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d1f8bd6
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Franz Kafka |
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92d437c
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A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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writing
writers
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Franz Kafka |
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2cf7822
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I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
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Franz Kafka |
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165ba1d
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It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
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Franz Kafka |
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7aa66a1
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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Franz Kafka |
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cb6e37a
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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. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a lon..
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fear
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Franz Kafka |
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2bf67b2
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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insects
transformation
first-sentence
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Franz Kafka |
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52d1e8d
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I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Franz Kafka |
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653918d
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I'm tired, can't think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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Franz Kafka |
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a7cfdaf
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April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself. Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.
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Franz Kafka |
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ce06e7e
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One of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. This life appears unbearable, another unattainable. One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die; one asks to be moved from the old cell, which one hates, to a new one, which one willl only in time come to hate. In this there is also a residue of belief that during the move the master will chance to come along the corridor, look at the prisoner and say: "This man is ..
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suicide
death
cell
stuck-in-a-rut
crisis
revelation
prison
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Franz Kafka |
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8ab9586
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It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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suicide
pointless
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Franz Kafka |
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a13a328
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In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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Franz Kafka |
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53b9043
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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as 'nauseatingly miserable beyond repair'.
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Franz Kafka |
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ec954fe
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Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Franz Kafka |
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322a2ac
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Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Franz Kafka |
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dfa1efa
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What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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Franz Kafka |
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c4101ca
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Yours (now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)
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yours
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Franz Kafka |
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4b0d344
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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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Franz Kafka |
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7e46180
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They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway. It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves.
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Franz Kafka |
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fea63ec
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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heart
love
quiet
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Franz Kafka |
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bb812e8
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it is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.' 'A melancholy conclusion,' said K. 'It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Franz Kafka |
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e394a16
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Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Franz Kafka |
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1deb982
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Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Franz Kafka |
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2e67253
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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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love
letters
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Franz Kafka |
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4cb06d3
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How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense","
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Franz Kafka |
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9d40f91
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Franz Kafka |
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2b0a6d4
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When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Aren't our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it's really not that bad; that's an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it's really an expression for everything else, which ..
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Franz Kafka |
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c77fbe9
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Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.
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Franz Kafka |
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709303a
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I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
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Franz Kafka |
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dccb7f3
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sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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sleep
man
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Franz Kafka |
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28653af
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Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked.
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Franz Kafka |
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8f82d9e
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He thought back on his family with deep emotion and love. His conviction that he would have to disappear was, if possible, even firmer than his sister's. He remained in this state of empty and peaceful reflection until the tower clock struck three in the morning. He still saw that outside the window everything was beginning to grow light. Then, without his consent, his head sank down to the floor, and from his nostrils streamed his last wea..
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Franz Kafka |
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e933f4a
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No," said the priest, "you don't need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary." "Depressing view," said K. "The lie made into the rule of the world."
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Franz Kafka |
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e3979c2
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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Franz Kafka |
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be61fbf
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It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet i have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Franz Kafka |
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e6c8b7c
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The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Franz Kafka |
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abdb5e3
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The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Franz Kafka |
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3e03f10
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Franz Kafka |
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c7bad63
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Sometimes I have the feeling that we're in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word ad immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. He's sure to open the door again for it's a room which perhaps one cannot leave. If only the first one were not precise..
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Franz Kafka |
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94905fa
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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 of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.
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Franz Kafka |
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144e40b
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Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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Franz Kafka |
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582d352
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I am always trying to convey something that can't be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Franz Kafka |
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8e41685
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I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Franz Kafka |