I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
FRANZ KAFKAAnyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
FRANZ KAFKAKill me, or you are a murderer.
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
FRANZ KAFKAIn man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
FRANZ KAFKALogic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
FRANZ KAFKAI am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
FRANZ KAFKAWe photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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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
FRANZ KAFKAI 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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First impressions are always unreliable.
FRANZ KAFKAFirst impressions are always unreliable.
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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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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.
FRANZ KAFKAThe 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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Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
FRANZ KAFKABeyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
FRANZ KAFKAHe is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
FRANZ KAFKAYou do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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