Death Quotes by Franz Kafka

A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

— Franz Kafka

The meaning of life is that it stops.

— Franz Kafka

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

— Franz Kafka

My life was sweeter than other people's and my death will be more terrible by the same degree.

— Franz Kafka

“But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?”

— Franz Kafka

One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die.

— Franz Kafka

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

“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

The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The…

— Franz Kafka

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more…

— Franz Kafka

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

“The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death…

— Franz Kafka

“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

Death confronts us not unlike the historical battle scene that hangs on the wall of the classroom. It is our task to…

— Franz Kafka

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

“4 December. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to…

— Franz Kafka

“Extraordinary,' said the Burgomaster, 'extraordinary. And now do you think of staying here in Riva with us?' 'I think not', said the…

— Franz Kafka

“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