I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
FRANZ KAFKAPaths are made by walking
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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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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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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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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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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A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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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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They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Please — consider me a dream.
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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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