I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
FRANZ KAFKAI cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
FRANZ KAFKABeyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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.
FRANZ KAFKASlept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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.
FRANZ KAFKAKill me, or you are a murderer.
FRANZ KAFKAMay I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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 KAFKAPaths are made by walking
FRANZ KAFKAIt is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
FRANZ KAFKAI am free and that is why I am lost.
FRANZ KAFKAI am a cage, in search of a bird.
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 KAFKAJust think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
FRANZ KAFKASo eager are our people to obliterate the present.
FRANZ KAFKA