There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
If something good has lost its way into you, it will make its escape overnight. I know you. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Our art is a way of being dazzled by truth: the light on the grotesquely grimacing retreating face is true, and nothing… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
And so gentlemen, I learned. Oh, if you have to learn, you learn; if you’re desperate for a way out, you learn;… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
The true way goes over a line that, rather than spanning heights, is hardly above the ground. It appears more decidedly to… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any great height but just above the ground. It seems… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I can once more carry on a conversation with myself, and don't stare so into complete emptiness. Only in this way is… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Man cannot live without a permanent trust in something indestructible in himself, though both the indestructible element and the trust may remain… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world... — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
For everything outside the phenomenal world, language can only be used allusively, but never even approximately in a comparative way, since, corresponding… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
They were offered the choice between becoming kings or the couriers of kings. The way children would, they all wanted to be… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town,… — 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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself. — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 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 times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.” quote by Franz Kafka](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/f19/franz-kafka-214_freedom_the-tremendous-world-i-have-inside-my-he_5848.jpg)
