Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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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 meaning of life is that it stops.
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Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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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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Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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First impressions are always unreliable.
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It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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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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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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