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.
FRANZ KAFKAIn 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.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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.
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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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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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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.
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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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