One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.
Love is a drama of contradictions.
انه النسيان الالف للحلم الذي ترائي الف مره , و تم نسيانه الف مره
الألم يكمن في صدغي متربصًا، فهل كانت نبلة كيوبيد قد صوبت في اتجاه صدغي بدلًا من تصويبها نحو قلبي
أنا عندما أتحدث إليك أنسي كل شيء حتى أنت
أمام القانون- فرانز كافكا
There is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak
It was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let...
Depois, comi o meu jantar de vegetariano, fiquei satisfeito com a minha digestão e tive algumas apreensões quanto a saber se a minha vida bastaria para toda a duração da minha vida.
You will get to know me better; there are still a number of horrible recesses in me that you don’t know.
You must not pay too much attention to opinions. The written word is unalterable, and opinions are often only an expression of despair.
You can withdraw from the sufferings of the world — that possibility is open to you and accords with your nature — but perhaps that withdrawal is the only suffering you might be able to avoid.
What do I have in common with Jews? I hardly have anything in common with myself, and really ought to go stand myself perfectly still in a corner, grateful to be able to breathe.
There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the...
The man in ecstasy and the man drowning—both throw up their arms.
The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.
The conclusion to be drawn from this was that this was in its way a quite different sort of fatigue from K.'s. Here it was doubtless fatigue amid happy work, something that outwardly looked like fatig...