Dreams Quotes by Franz Kafka

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

— Franz Kafka

“Wrap your coat, O sublime dream, around the child.”

— Franz Kafka

Please — consider me a dream.

— Franz Kafka

“You have given me a gift such as I never even dreamt of finding in this life.”

— Franz Kafka

“As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.”

— Franz Kafka

The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.

— Franz Kafka

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I…

— Franz Kafka

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into…

— Franz Kafka

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging…

— Franz Kafka

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.

— Franz Kafka

“WHEN Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous insect.”

— Franz Kafka

“I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way.…

— Franz Kafka

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

— Franz Kafka

and in that recurring dream, I found myself trapped in some sort of gigantic game of which I was unfamiliar with the…

— Franz Kafka

“Who is it? Who walks under the trees of the quay? Who is quite lost? Who is past saving? Over whose grave…

— Franz Kafka

“In the morning and in the evening and at night in his dreams, this street was filled with constantly bustling traffic, which…

— Franz Kafka

“Lying in my heap of Earth I can naturally dream of all sorts of things, even of an understanding with the beast,…

— Franz Kafka

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. He was…

— Franz Kafka