“Workshops, churches, and palaces were full of these fatal works of art; he had even helped with a few himself. They were deeply disappointing because they aroused the desire for the highest and did not fulfill it. They lacked to most essential thing—mystery. That was what dreams and truly great works of art had in common: mystery... It is mystery I love and pursue.” ArtDreamsMysteryNarcissus And GoldmundGoldmundHerman Hesse Author:Herman Hesse
“Workshops, churches, and palaces were full of these fatal works of art; he had even helped with a few himself. They were deeply disappointing because they aroused the desire for the highest and did not fulfill it. They lacked the most essential thing—mystery. That was what dreams and truly great works of art had in common: mystery... It is mystery I love and pursue.” ArtDreamsMysteryNarcissus And GoldmundGoldmundHerman Hesse Author:Herman Hesse
“Only the life within hm was real, the anguished beating of his heart, the nostalgic sting of longing, the joys and fears of his dreams. To them he belonged; to them he abandoned himself. Suddenly, in the middle of a page or a lesson, surrounded by his classmates, he'd sink into himself and forget everything, listening only to the rivers and voices inside himself which drew him away, into deep wells filled with dark melodies, into colorful abysses full of fairy-tale deeds, and all the sounds were like his mother's voice, and the thousands of eyes all were his mother's eyes.” HeartMotherDreamsNostalgiaRevery Author:Herman Hesse
“Quando me acometia à noite, em vez de dormir, eu deitava-me horas seguidas no vão da janela, olhava o lago negro, as silhuetas dos montes recortadas contra o céu pálido e, por cima, as belas estrelas. Depois, não raro, era tomado por um forte sentimento temeroso e doce, como se toda esta beleza nocturna me observasse com um justo olhar reprovador. Como se as estrelas, as montanhas e os lagos ansiassem por alguém que compreendesse e expressasse a sua beleza e a dor da sua existência silenciosa, como se fosse eu esse alguém, como se a minha verdadeira missão fosse a de, pela escrita, dar expressão à natureza silenciosa. De que forma isto seria possível, era coisa sobre que nunca pensava, senão que sentia apenas a bela noite, grave, esperar por mim numa exigência silenciosa.” NightStarsBeautyDreamsLandscapeLakes Author:Herman Hesse