You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
FRANZ KAFKAI have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Please — consider me a dream.
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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 miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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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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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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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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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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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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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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They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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