Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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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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I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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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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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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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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