Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
FRANZ KAFKAI 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.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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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; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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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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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 have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Last 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.
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I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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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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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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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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