I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
FRANZ KAFKASo eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
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The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
FRANZ KAFKAThe truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKALove is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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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.
FRANZ KAFKAYou 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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In 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 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.
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I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
FRANZ KAFKAHe is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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All language is but a poor translation.
FRANZ KAFKAAll language is but a poor translation.
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No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
FRANZ KAFKANo, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
FRANZ KAFKAMany a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
FRANZ KAFKAYou can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
FRANZ KAFKAIn man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
FRANZ KAFKADon’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKAThe meaning of life is that it stops.
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Love is a drama of contradictions.
FRANZ KAFKALove is a drama of contradictions.
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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.
FRANZ KAFKAYou 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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