This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
FRANZ KAFKAFor myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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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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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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