Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKALove is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
FRANZ KAFKAI cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
FRANZ KAFKAWhat am I doing here in this endless winter?
FRANZ KAFKAForget 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.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKAWhat if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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.
FRANZ KAFKAFor myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
FRANZ KAFKANo, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
FRANZ KAFKAI’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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
FRANZ KAFKAI have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
FRANZ KAFKAIn man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
FRANZ KAFKAThere is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
FRANZ KAFKA