In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world’s coat.
In front of the law there is a doorkeeper. A man from the countryside comes up to the door and asks for entry. But the doorkeeper says he can't let him in to the law right now. The man thinks about th...
If you were walking across a plain, had an honest intention of walking on, and yet kept regressing, then it would be a desperate matter; but since you are scrambling up a cliff, about as steep as you...
I hope it is nothing serious. On the other hand, I must also say that we business people, luckily or unluckily, however one looks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slight indisposition for b...
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
His biggest misgiving came from his concern about the loud crash that was bound to occur and would probably create, if not terror, at least anxiety behind all the doors. But that would have to be risk...
He remembered his family with deep feelings of love.
He looked sadly down at the street, as though it were his own bottomless sadness.
He had always believed that his father had not been able to save a penny from the business, at least his father had never told him anything to the contrary, and Gregor, for his part, had never asked h...
For Kafka, paradise wasn’t a place where people lived in the past and of which a memory has survived, but rather a perennial, hidden presence. In every moment, an immense, encompassing obstacle preven...
Everyone has his cross to bear.
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...
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...
And don't demand any sincerity from me, Milena. No one can demand it from me more than I myself and yet many things elude me, I'm sure, perhaps everything eludes me.
Above all, the free man is superior to the man who has to serve another.
I am as I am, and that's all there is to it, I can hardly take a pair of scissors to myself, and cut out a different person...
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.
The blend of absurd, surreal and mundane which gave rise to the adjective kafkaesque
[He] used to be so insignificant that one literally felt alone in his presence.