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 KAFKADo 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 KAFKABeyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
FRANZ KAFKAIn man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKAWhat if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
FRANZ KAFKAIn a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
FRANZ KAFKAThe person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
FRANZ KAFKAI 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.
FRANZ KAFKAThe meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKAShould 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.
FRANZ KAFKAWritten kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
FRANZ KAFKAPeople label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
FRANZ KAFKAIt certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
FRANZ KAFKAMay I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
FRANZ KAFKAI have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
FRANZ KAFKAYouth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
FRANZ KAFKA