Ocurrió que el cerebro no pudo soportar más las preocupaciones y dolores que le habían sido impuestos. Y entonces dijo: Me doy por vencido; pero si alguien sigue interesado en mantener la unidad, que...
My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to th...
La comparación del pájaro en mano y ciento volando sólo se puede aplicar aquí muy relativamente. En la mano no tengo nada, volando está todo y sin embargo -así lo determinan las condiciones del combat...
It's sometimes quite astonishing that a single, average life is enough to encompass so much that it's at all possible ever to have any success in one's work here.
Illusions are more common than changes in fortune
I have now, and have had since this afternoon, a great yearning to write all of my anxiety entirely out of me.
I have discovered your great wound. You are dying from this flower blooming on your side.
How many days have again gone silently by; today is 28 May. Have I not even the resolution to take this penholder, this piece of wood, in my hand every day? I really think I do not. I row, ride, swim,...
His wounds, incidentally, must have healed up by now, he felt no handicap anymore, which was astonishing; for, as recalled, after he had nicked his finger with a knife over a month ago, the injury had...
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
He speaks to Klamm, but is it Klamm? Isn’t it rather someone who merely resembles Klamm? Perhaps at the very most a secretary who is a little like Klamm and goes to great lengths to be even more like...
He is afraid the shame will outlive him.
Could K. represent the congregation all by himself? What if he had been a stranger merely visiting the church? That was more or less his position.
Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering o...
A picture of my existence... would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow... stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as...
Most men are not wicked... They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.
Kafkaesque.
Calm consideration was much better than rushing to desperate conclusions.