black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

Franz Kafka

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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
FRANZ KAFKA

Ability Beautiful Growth Happiness Old Youth
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
FRANZ KAFKA

Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
FRANZ KAFKA

Breathe Myself Quiet
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
FRANZ KAFKA

Sanity Writing
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
FRANZ KAFKA

Feeling Happiness Myself True
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Explanation Myself Understand
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
FRANZ KAFKA

Philosophy Stupidity
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
FRANZ KAFKA

Book One Liner Sea
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
FRANZ KAFKA

Determination Live Logic Man
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
FRANZ KAFKA

Love Myself Place
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
FRANZ KAFKA

End Myself Winter
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
FRANZ KAFKA

Heart Imagination Quiet Yourself
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
FRANZ KAFKA

Deep Myself Yourself
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
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Each Other Hide Myself See

You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

Related Topics

Popular Authors

You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Franz Kafka Quotes