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.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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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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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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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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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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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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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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