What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
FRANZ KAFKAThere art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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