From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Books are a narcotic.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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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.
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Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
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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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Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
FRANZ KAFKA