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Danh ngôn của Hermann Hesse (Sứ mệnh: 3)

Our mind is capable of passing beyond the dividing line we have drawn for it. Beyond the pairs of opposites of which the world consists, other, new insights begin.
It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is.
Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.
Until 1914 I loved to travel; I often went to Italy and once spent a few months in India. Since then I have almost entirely abandoned travelling, and I have not been outside of Switzerland for over ten years.
When trying to remember my share in the glow of the eternal present, in the smile of God, I return to my childhood, too, for that is where the most significant discoveries turn up.
It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.
This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.
It was as if all of the happiness, all of the magic of this blissful hour had flowed together into these stirring, bittersweet tones and flowed away, becoming temporal and transitory once more.
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.
The truth is lived, not taught.
Solitude is independence.
Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.
People with courage and character always seem sinister to the rest.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.
You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself. People are afraid because they have never owned up to themselves.
To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.
Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it.
The call of death is a call of love. Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
To study history means submitting to chaos and nevertheless retaining faith in order and meaning.
The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gita is its truly beautiful revelation of life's wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion.
Wisdom is nothing but a preparation of the soul, a capacity, a secret art of thinking, feeling and breathing thoughts of unity at every moment of life.
Writing is good, thinking is better. Cleverness is good, patience is better.