“But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?” — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“But I’m not guilty,” said K. “there’s been a mistake. How is it even possible for someone to be guilty? We’re all… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Celibacy and suicide are a similar levels of understanding, suicide and a martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?' 'I think not', said the… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“4 December. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“When the little mouse, which was loved as none other was in the mouse-world, got into a trap one night and with… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
“A fine setting for a fit of despair,” it occurred to him, “if I were only standing here by accident instead of design.” — Franz Kafka Copy Share
“Ali svi se slažu u tome da se ne podižu lakomislene optužbe i da se sud, kad jedanput nekog optuži i kad je uvjeren… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself. — Franz Kafka Copy Share
“I will cross hundreds of seas and oceans without sinking to reach you, see your eyes and sink completely into their depths.” — Franz Kafka Copy Share
I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events;… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
“This sounds crazy, but it is so. Nor is it perhaps really love when I say that for me you are the most beloved;… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
The more horses you yoke the quicker everything will go - not the rending of the block from its foundation, which is impossible, but… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists. — Franz Kafka Copy Share
The true way goes over a line that, rather than spanning heights, is hardly above the ground. It appears more decidedly to make one… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
Every new discovery is assumed at once into the sum total of knowledge, and with that ceases in a sense to be a discovery;… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
“Sou de pedra. Sou a minha própria pedra tumular, sem nenhum interstício para a dúvida ou para a fé, para o amor ou para… — Franz Kafka Copy Share
