Simply wait, be quiet, still The world will freely offer itself to you. — 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
