I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
FRANZ KAFKABetter to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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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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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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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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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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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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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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You 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.
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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.
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