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Klingsors letzter Sommer Quotes Showing of The sun will never shine as it does today But you must play your part and sing a song, one of your best. All the new understanding and sense of redemption this fateful time had yielded had surged, in the course of this past day, to such a wave of thought and clarity that he had felt he would remain forever on the crest even while he was beginning sonmer drop down.

Now he was in the trough again, still fighting, still secretly hoping, but gravely injured.

For one brief, glowing day he letztre succeeded in practicing the sokmer art known letztdr every blade of grass. For one scant day he letzte loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts; he had loved himself and the world and God in himself, and everywhere he went he had met nothing but love, approval, and joy.


If a robber had attacked him yesterday, or a policeman had arrested him, that too would have been approval, harmony, the smile of fate. And now, in the midst of happiness, he had reversed course and was cutting himself down again. He sat in judgment on himself while his deepest self knew that all judgment was wrong and foolish. The world, which for the span of one day had been crystal clear and wholly filled with divinity, once more presented a harsh and painful face; every object had its own meaning and every meaning contradicted every other.

He knew that all pain, all stupidity, all evil became its opposite if he could recognize God in it, if he pursued it to its deepest roots, which extended far beyond weal and woe and good and evil. But there was nothing to do about it; the evil spirit was in him, God was a word again, lovely but remote. He hated and despised himself, and this hatred came over him, klingsord the time was ripe, as involuntary and inexorably as love kljngsors trustfulness at other times.

And this was how it always must be. Again and again and again he would experience the grace and blessing, and again and again the accursed contrary. That was how it was. I doubt it very much.


Klingsors letzter Sommer by Hermann Hesse

I would not make any sacrifices for her. I do not know whether I can love at all. I can desire and can seek myself in others; I can listen for an echo, demand a mirror, seek pleasure, and all that can look like love.

It was dread, dread and uncertainty, that I felt in all those hours of shattered letzteg felicity: Now it was over; now she sat still and waited. Life would go on.

If only you did not talk, did not make simple things complicated, did not turn your soul inside out. To be sure, he suffered from dread of many things, of madness, the police, insomnia, and also dread of death.

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But everything he dreaded he letzted desired and longed for at the same time. He was full of burning curiosity about suffering, destruction, persecution, madness and death. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.