... 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.
Hermann HesseMots clés time philosophy-of-life
But now, his liberated eyes stayed on this side, he saw and became aware of the visible, sought to be at home in this world, did not search for the true essence, did not aim at a world beyond. Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike
Hermann Hesseالحقيقي في حكاية من الحكايات هو دائماً الشيء الذي يصدقه المستمع.
Hermann Hesseما هو بديهي في الريف، هدوء الليل الذي هو لابن المدينة شيء عجيب. فمن يخرج من مدينة ويأتي إلى ضيعة أو إلى مزرعة ويقف في المساء الأول إلى النافذة أو يستلقي في السرير، فإنّ هذا الهدوء يلفّه مثل سحر الوطن أو مرفأ السكينة لكأنه يقترب من الشيء الحقيقي والسليم ويحس بهبوب الشيء الأزلي.
Hermann HesseStages
As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue, so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready, heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
To find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.
Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.
Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.
Mots clés game glass hesse bead the stages herman
[...] ne aflam in cu totul alte raporturi fata de muzica clasica decat oamenii din epocile care au creat-o; veneratia spiritualizata si nu intotdeauna suficient eliberata de sub stapanirea unei melancolii resemnate, nutrita de noi fata de adevarata muzica, este cu totul altceva decat senina placere naiva iscata de muzica in vremurile in care a aparut [...]
Hermann HesseMots clés music
She stood a moment before my eyes, clearly and painfully, loved and deeply woven into my destiny; then fell away again in a deep oblivion, at a half regretted distance.
Hermann Hesse[...], sentia que deixara atrás, nesse aprazível lugar, toda a sua vida anterior, a qual daí por diante se separaria dele. Essa sensação que tomava conta de seu espírito preocupou-o durante a vagarosa caminhada. Sidarta refletia profundamente. Mergulhava até o fundo dessa emoção, assim como se mergulha na água, para alcançar o ponto onde repousam as causas. Pois lhe parecia que o verdadeiro pensar consistia no reconhecimento das causas e que, desse modo, o sentir se convertia em saber, o qual, em vez de dissipar-se, criaria forma concreta e irradiaria o seu teor.
Hermann HesseI can Learn, I can Wait, I can Fast...
Hermann Hesseياللعجب! كيف يمكن أن يصبح شيء معاش غريباً عن شخص ما ويمكن أن يفلت من يده! سنوات بكاملها مع آلاف التجارب يمكن أن تضيع من شخص ما.
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