A Quote by Hermann Hesse

A mere nothing suffices — and the lightning strikes. — © Hermann Hesse
A mere nothing suffices — and the lightning strikes.
There are two kinds of geniuses. The characteristic of the one is roaring, but the lightning is meagre and rarely strikes; the other kind is characterized by reflection by which it constrains itself or restrains the roaring. But the lightning is all the more intense; with the speed and sureness of lightning it hits the selected particular points - and is fatal.
When the lightning strikes one of us, it strikes both
They say that lightning never strikes in the same place twice, but the same is not true for courage. As it turns out, when courage strikes, it almost always begets more courage.
Lightning strikes the tops of the mountains.
It is always our treasure that the lightning strikes.
When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.
Lightning makes no sound until it strikes.
Lightning never strikes twice in the same place.
Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?
When lightning strikes, the mouse is sometimes burned with the farm.
If lightning strikes while you're in the car it's your fault.
Lightning never strikes twice in the same place--it doesn't have to.
Your shadow stealthily leaves nothing of where you go, like a poisoned needle that sews together my footsteps. Your light pliantly strikes the water tower, like a lightning bolt that severs the source of my life. -Soifon
Censure is like the lightning which strikes the highest mountains.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
There are two principles inherent in the very nature of things, recurring in some particular embodiments whatever field we explore - the spirit of change, and the spirit of conservation. There can be nothing real without both. Mere change without conservation is a passage from nothing to nothing. . . . Mere conservation without change cannot conserve. For after all, there is a flux of circumstance, and the freshness of being evaporates under mere repetition.
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