For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
FRANZ KAFKAFor myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
FRANZ KAFKAHe is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
FRANZ KAFKAI miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
FRANZ KAFKAI 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
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 KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKAAs Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
FRANZ KAFKAMost men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
FRANZ KAFKAI’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
FRANZ KAFKAFirst impressions are always unreliable.
FRANZ KAFKAThe meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKAWe photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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.
FRANZ KAFKAI can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
FRANZ KAFKAA book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
FRANZ KAFKAIt’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
FRANZ KAFKA