There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.
The relationship to one's fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving it is from prayer that one draws the strength for one's striving.
Those who are ignorant naturally consider everything possible.
Bazen karşılıklı iki kapısı olan bir odamız varmış gibi geliyor; ikimiz de kendi kapımızın kolunu tutuyoruz, birimiz gözünü kırpsa, diğerimiz kendi kapısının ardına kaçıveriyor ve ilki tek bir söz söy...
Writing is a deeper sleep than death.
That is a very poor career, but only a poor career give the world the light that an imperfect, but pretty good writer wants to generate--at all costs, unfotunately.
Our winters are very long here, very long and very monotonous. But we don't complain about it downstairs, we're shielded against the winter. Oh, spring does come eventually, and summer, and they last...
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
Jemand musste Josef K. verleumdet haben, denn ohne dass er etwas Böses getan hätte, wurde er eines Morgens verhaftet.
It seemed to K. as if at last those people had broken off all relations with him, and as if now in reality he were freer than he had ever been, and at liberty to wait here in this place usually forbid...
If they were shocked, then Gregor had no further responsibility and could be calm. But if they took everything calmly, he he, too, had no reason to get excited and could, if he hurried, actually be at...
I was heading for the city in the south, of which they used to say in our village:‘There are people for you! Just think—they never go to sleep!’‘And why don’t they?’‘Because they’re fools.’‘Don’t fool...
I only fear danger where I want to fear it.
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Bas...
Cara signora Milena,la giornata è molto breve, con Lei e soltanto con qualche altra inezia è bell'e passata e terminata. E' molto se rimane un po' di tempo per scrivere alla vera Milena perché quella...
But what now if all the peace, the comfort, the contentment were to come to a horrible end?
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back.
We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt.
Lost among these entirely strange people.
Look at this, Willem, he admits he doesn’t know the law and at the same time insists he’s innocent.