Franz Kafka Quotes
There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.
Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often — and in my inmost self perhaps all the time — I doubt whether I am a human being.
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.
So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
Sometimes I'd like to stuff all Jews (myself included) into the drawer of a laundry basket. then open it to see if they've suffocated
Believing means liberating the indestructible element in oneself, or, more accurately, liberating oneself, or, more accurately, being indestructible, or, more accurately, being.
I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.
It isn't necessary that you leave home. Sit at your desk and listen. Don't even listen, just wait. Don't wait, be still and alone. The whole world will offer itself to you.
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
For words are magical formulae. They leave finger marks be hind on the brain, which in the twinkling of an eye become the footprints of history. One ought to watch one' s every word.
Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones.
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.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man.
Art is for the artist is only suffering through which he releases himself for further suffering.
The decisive moment in human evolution is perpetual. That is why the revolutionary spiritual movements that declare all former things worthless are in the right, for nothing has yet happened.
One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.
