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 KAFKABetter to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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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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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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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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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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I 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.
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It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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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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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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I 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
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