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.
FRANZ KAFKADo 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.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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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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Please — consider me a dream.
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Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Love is a drama of contradictions.
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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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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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I am free and that is why I am lost.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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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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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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