Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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.
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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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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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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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It 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.
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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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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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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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Please — consider me a dream.
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Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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