The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
FRANZ KAFKAIt’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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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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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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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.
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I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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I 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.
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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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Evil is whatever distracts.
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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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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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