What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Evil is whatever distracts.
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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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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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The limited circle is pure.
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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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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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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The 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.
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Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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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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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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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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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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