But if you were to die ten times for him, you would not alter his destiny in the slightest

— Hermann Hesse

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— Hermann Hesse

Desires are not killed by fulfilling them

— Hermann Hesse

Despair is the result of each earnest attempt to go through life with virtue, justice and understanding, and to fulfill their requirements. Children live on one side of despair, the awakened on the other side.

— Hermann Hesse

Did you," so he asked him at one time, "did you too learn that secret from the river: that there is no time?" Vasudeva's face was filled with a bright smile." Yes, Siddhartha," he spoke. "It is this what you mean, isn't it: that the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?"" This it is," said Siddhartha. "And when I had learned it, I looked at my life, and it was also a river, and the boy Siddhartha was only separated from the man Siddhartha and from the old man Siddhartha by a shadow, not by something real. Also, Siddhartha's previous births were no past, and his death and his return to Brahma was no future. Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has existence and is present." Siddhartha spoke with ecstasy; deeply, this enlightenment had delighted him. Oh, was not all suffering time, were not all forms of tormenting oneself and being afraid time, was not everything hard, everything hostile in the world gone and overcome as soon as one had overcome time, as soon as time would have been put out of existence by one's thoughts?

— Hermann Hesse

Dorinda was standing in front of him, dressed in the yellow robe of an ascetic. Sad was how Dorinda looked like, sadly he asked: Why have you forsaken me? At this, he embraced Dorinda, wrapped his arms around him, and as he was pulling him close to his chest and kissed him, it was not Dorinda anymore, but a woman, and a full breast popped out of the woman's dress, at which Siddhartha lay and drank, sweetly and strongly tasted the milk from this breast.

— Hermann Hesse

Dreams and restless thoughts came flowing to him from the river, from the twinkling stars at night, from the sun's melting rays. Dreams and a restlessness of the soul came to him.

— Hermann Hesse

Each man had only one genuine vocation - to find the way to himself.... His task was to discover his own destiny - not an arbitrary one - and to live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one's own unwariness.

— Hermann Hesse

Each of us has to find out for himself what is permitted and what is forbidden. Forbidden for him. It's possible for one never to transgress a single law and still be a bastard. And vice versa.

— Hermann Hesse

Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living, and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.

— Hermann Hesse