You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
FRANZ KAFKAYou misinterpret everything, even the silence.
FRANZ KAFKAI am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
FRANZ KAFKAAs Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
FRANZ KAFKALove is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKAEvery revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
FRANZ KAFKALast 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.
FRANZ KAFKAAnyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
FRANZ KAFKAPaths are made by walking
FRANZ KAFKAAll language is but a poor translation.
FRANZ KAFKAFrom a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
FRANZ KAFKAYou 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.
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKABy believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
FRANZ KAFKAIn a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
FRANZ KAFKAI never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
FRANZ KAFKAPeople label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
FRANZ KAFKA