I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
FRANZ KAFKABelieving in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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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 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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Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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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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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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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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First impressions are always unreliable.
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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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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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Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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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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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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