They’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 miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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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 do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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The 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.
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It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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It 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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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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The limited circle is pure.
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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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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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