You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
FRANZ KAFKAI miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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.
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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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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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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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The limited circle is pure.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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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.
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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 KAFKA