Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
FRANZ KAFKA
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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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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Should 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.
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I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Last 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.
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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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Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
FRANZ KAFKA