Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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.
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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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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It 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.
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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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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 can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Please — consider me a dream.
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I 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.
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