First impressions are always unreliable.
FRANZ KAFKAIt 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.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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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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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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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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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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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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There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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