Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
FRANZ KAFKAI am a cage, in search of a bird.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I 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.
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You 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.
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It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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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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I’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.
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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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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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I am free and that is why I am lost.
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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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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Paths are made by walking
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From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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