The main thing holding the family back from a change in living quarters was far more their complete hopelessness and the idea that they had been struck by a misfortune like no one else in their entire...
The fact that no one knows where I am is my only happiness. If only I could prolong this forever! It would be far more just than death. I am empty and futile in every corner of my being, even in my un...
The amount of quiet I need does not exist in the world, from which it follows that no one ought to need so much quiet.
Teoricamente, só há uma possibilidade perfeita de felicidade: acreditar no indestrutível em si sem a ele aspirar.
Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.
So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.
Rolling country, not yet quite mountainous, with woods and lakes, is what I like best.
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.
One must lie low, no matter how much it went against the grain, and try to understand that this great organization remained, so to speak, in a state of delicate balance, and that if someone took it up...
One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.
One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug…
One has either to take people as they are, or leave them as they are. One cannot change them, one can merely disturb their balance. A human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces, from whic...
Oh, bother.
No,' said the priest, 'we must not accept everything is true, we must only accept it is necessary.''A dismal thought,' said K., 'it makes untruth into a universal principle.
No, said the priest, you don't need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
No one will read what I write here, no one will come to help me... My ship is rudderless, it's driven by the wind blowing into the nethermost regions of death.
My dear parents, said the sister banging her hand on the table by way of an introduction, things cannot go on any longer in this way. Maybe if you don’t understand that, well, I do. I will not utter m...
Logic is of course unshakeable, but it cannot hold out against a man who wants to live.
Like a dog! he said, it was as if the shame of it should outlive him.
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.