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.
FRANZ KAFKAI lack nothing. I only needed myself.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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The limited circle is pure.
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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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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Please — consider me a dream.
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Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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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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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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