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 KAFKAYou can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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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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Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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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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You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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Books are a narcotic.
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Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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