People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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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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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There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Paths are made by walking
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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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I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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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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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Books are a narcotic.
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I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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