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My world is not like the world of other people, I want much more, I demand much more, there is inside me a thirst for the infinite, a constant anxiety that I do not even understand, because I am far from being a pessimist; first I am an exalted one, with an intense soul, violent, tormented, a soul that does not feel well where it is, that misses... I do not know what!

Correspondence (1930)
You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

The Sun Also Rises
It is with the soul that we grasp the essence of another human being, not with the mind, nor even with the heart.
What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything?

No Country for Old Men
They did not know what we can now sense as we contemplate the course of history: that change begins in the soul before it shows in our lives.

The Great Wall of China
A father can pass on his nose and eyes and even his intelligence to his child, but not his soul. In every human being the soul is new.

Knulp
Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at anytime and be yourself.

Siddhartha
As a body everyone is single, as a soul never.

Steppenwolf
Every natural form is latent within us, originates in the soul whose essence is eternity, whose essence we cannot know but which most often intimates itself to us as the power to love and create.

Demian
I call that man awake who, with conscious knowledge and understanding, can perceive the deep unreasoning powers in his soul, his whole innermost strength, desire and weakness, and knows how to reckon with himself.

Narcissus and Goldmund
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