Demian, Hermann Hesse
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Demian

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kpopMo
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Two worlds coincided there, day and night issued from two poles.
Syeta
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Every person’s life is a journey toward himself,
•늘/Neul•
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I often ardently perceived a longing for relief, the desire for a proper confession, but I also felt in advance that I would be unable to tell and explain things correctly to either my father or mother. I knew that they would receive my words amicably, they would carefully spare my feelings, in fact, pity me, but they wouldn’t fully understand me, and the whole thing would be looked on as a sort of minor infraction, whereas it was actually my fate.
I know that many people won’t believe that a child not yet eleven is capable of such feelings. It is not to those people that I am telling my story. I’m telling it to those who have greater knowledge of humanity. An adult who has learned how to transform part of his emotions into thought processes notices that such thoughts aren’t present in a child, and then concludes that the experiences aren’t present, either. But only seldom in my life have I had such deep and painful experiences as I had then.
Fernando OM
Fernando OMcompartió una citahace 3 años
We can understand one another, but each of us can only interpret himself.
Laura Moore
Laura Moorecompartió una citahace 4 años
Oh, I know it today: nothing in the world is more repugnant to a man than following the path that leads him to himself!
Ena Šejić
Ena Šejićcompartió una citahace 3 años
Everyone lives through this difficult period. For the average person it’s the point in his life when the demands of his own life clash most violently with the world around him, when his forward path must be fought for most bitterly.
Laura Moore
Laura Moorecompartió una citahace 4 años
Only the thoughts that we live out have any value.
Jchinyuet
Jchinyuetcompartió una citahace 4 años
I suddenly found myself disentangled from the demonic snares, I saw the world before me bright and joyous once more, I was no longer subject to anxiety attacks and heart palpitations that choked me. The spell was broken, I was no longer a lost soul in torment, I was once again a schoolboy as always.
Patricia Lobo
Patricia Lobocompartió una citahace 4 años
) Two Realms
I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school.
The sweetness of many things from that time still stirs and touches me with melancholy: dark and well-lighted alleys, houses and towers, chimes and faces, rooms rich and comfortable, warm and relaxed, rooms pregnant with secrets. Everything bears the scent of warm intimacy, servant girls, household remedies, and dried fruits.
The realms of day and night, two different worlds coming from two opposite poles, mingled during this time. My parents' house made up one realm, yet its boundaries were even narrower, actually embracing only my parents themselves. This realm was familiar to me in almost every way -- mother and father, love and strictness, model behavior, and school. It was a realm of brilliance, clarity, and cleanliness, gentle conversations, washed hands, clean clothes, and good manners. This was the world in which morning hymns were sung and Christmas celebrated. Straight lines and paths led into the future: there were duty and guilt, bad conscience and confession, forgiveness and good resolutions, love, reverence, wisdom and the words of the Bible. If one wanted an unsullied and orderly life, one made sure one was in league with this world.
The other realm, however, overlapping half our house, was completely different; it smelled different, spoke a different language, promised and demanded different things. This second world contained servant girls and workmen, ghost stories, rumors of scandal. It was dominated by a loud mixture of horrendous, intriguing, frightful, mysterious things, including slaughterhouses and prisons, drunkards and screeching fishwives, calving cows, horses sinking to their death, tales of robberies, murders, and suicides. All these wild and cruel, attractive and hideous things surrounded us, could be found in the next alley, the next house. Policemen and tramps, drunkards who beat their wives, droves of young girls pouring out of factories at night, old women who put the hex on you so that you fell ill, thieves hiding in the forest, arsonists nabbed by country police -- everywhere this second vigorous world erupted and gave off its scent, everywhere, that is, except in our parents' rooms. And that was good. It was wonderful that peace and orderliness, quiet and a good conscience, forgiveness and love, ruled in this one realm, and it was wonderful that the rest existed, too, the multitude of harsh noises, of sullenness and violence, from which one could still escape with a leap into one's mother's lap.
It was strange how both realms bordered on each other, how close together they were! For example, when Lina, our servant girl, sat with us by the living-room door at evening prayers and added her clear voice to the hymn, her washed hands folded on her smoothed-down apron, she belonged with father and mother, to us, to those that dwelled in light and righteousness. But
조안나
조안나compartió una citahace 4 años
Love ought not to make requests,” she said, “but shouldn’t make demands, either. Love must have the strength to reach certainty for itself. Then it no longer undergoes the power of attraction, but exerts it.
knightleyemma29
knightleyemma29compartió una citahace 3 meses
I hadn’t known this world could still be so beautiful. I had grown accustomed to live inwardly, and I was resigned to the belief that I had simply lost all feeling for the world outside;
knightleyemma29
knightleyemma29compartió una citahace 3 meses
I, too, am a poor, weak dog that needs a little warmth and food, and would occasionally like to feel the nearness of his own kind
knightleyemma29
knightleyemma29compartió una citahace 3 meses
When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn’t inside us can’t excite us.”
Ji Min Shin
Ji Min Shincompartió una citahace 3 años
But each person is not only himself, he is also the unique, very special point, important and noteworthy in every instance, where the phenomena of the world meet, once only and never again in the same way.
Fernando OM
Fernando OMcompartió una citahace 3 años
In fact, at times I preferred to live in the forbidden world, and frequently my return home to the bright realm, no matter how necessary and good that might be, was almost like a return to someplace less beautiful, more boring and dreary. At times I knew my goal in life was to become like my father and mother, just as bright and pure, superior and well-ordered as they. But that was a long road to travel
Jchinyuet
Jchinyuetcompartió una citahace 4 años
I often ardently perceived a longing for relief, the desire for a proper confession, but I also felt in advance that I would be unable to tell and explain things correctly to either my father or mother. I knew that they would receive my words amicably, they would carefully spare my feelings, in fact, pity me, but they wouldn’t fully understand me, and the whole thing would be looked on as a sort of minor infraction, whereas it was actually my fate.
Thảo Nguyễn
Thảo Nguyễncompartió una citahace 4 años
an being above and a fish below. But each one is a gamble of Nature, a
juliake009
juliake009compartió una citahace 4 años
My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Sarah Indah Sartika
Sarah Indah Sartikacompartió una citahace 4 años
All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?
To tell my story I have to start far in the past. If I could, I’d have to go back much farther yet, to the very earliest years of my childhood and even beyond them to my distant origins.
When authors write novels, they usually act as if they were God and could completely survey and comprehend
Jorge Tomas Vargas Cardozo
Jorge Tomas Vargas Cardozocompartió una citahace 16 días
I carried shadows along with me that were unknown to the world of my home
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