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,...
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 remembered his family with deep feelings of love.
He is afraid the shame will outlive him.
Go on caring for me.
For I underestimate myself, and that itself means an overestimation of others
Everyone has his cross to bear.
Don't concern yourself about anybody. Just do what you think is right.
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.
But I will write in spite of everything, absolutely; it is my struggle for self-preservation.
But Gregor understood easily that it was not only consideration for him which prevented their moving, for he could easily have been transported in a suitable crate with a few air holes; what mainly pr...
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...
Away in the distance, a train appeared behind the trees, all its compartments were lit, the windows were sure to be open. One of us started singing a ballad, but we all wanted to sing. We sang far qui...
Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love.
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.
It is, after all, not necessary to fly right into the middle of the sun, but it is necessary to crawl to a clean little spot on Earth where the sun sometimes shines and one can warm oneself a little.
Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.
آدمها اغلب خود را با آزادی فریب میدهند. همانطور که آزادی از والاترین حسها به شمار میآید، فریبِ حاصل از آن هم جزو والاترین فریبهاست.
Kafkaesque.