It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
FRANZ KAFKAWe photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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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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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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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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The meaning of life is that it stops.
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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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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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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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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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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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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
FRANZ KAFKA







