You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
FRANZ KAFKAPeople label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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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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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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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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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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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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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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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First impressions are always unreliable.
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Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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