The limited circle is pure.
FRANZ KAFKAThe limited circle is pure.
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.
FRANZ KAFKAMany a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKAYou can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
FRANZ KAFKAThere is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
FRANZ KAFKAI lack nothing. I only needed myself.
FRANZ KAFKAI usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
FRANZ KAFKALove is a drama of contradictions.
FRANZ KAFKAThe meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKAWhat am I doing here in this endless winter?
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKAI dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
FRANZ KAFKABy believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
FRANZ KAFKALast 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.
FRANZ KAFKALogic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
FRANZ KAFKA