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.
FRANZ KAFKA
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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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I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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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.
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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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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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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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Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
FRANZ KAFKA