It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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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All language is but a poor translation.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Please — consider me a dream.
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Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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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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I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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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.
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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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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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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