Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
FRANZ KAFKAYouth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
FRANZ KAFKAThe 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 KAFKAI’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
FRANZ KAFKAI can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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 KAFKALove is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKAI am a cage, in search of a bird.
FRANZ KAFKAThe 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.
FRANZ KAFKAThey’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.
FRANZ KAFKAI think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
FRANZ KAFKAI lack nothing. I only needed myself.
FRANZ KAFKAMost men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
FRANZ KAFKAIt would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
FRANZ KAFKAI’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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.
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