I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Franz KafkaYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
Franz KafkaIn the morning and in the evening and at night in his dreams, this street was filled with constantly bustling traffic, which seen from above seemed like a continually self-replenishing mixture of distorted human figures and of the roofs of all sorts of vehicles, constantly scattered by new arrivals, out of which there arose a new, stronger, wilder mixture of noise, dust, and smells, and, catching and penetrating it all, a powerful light that was continually dispersed, carried away, and avidly refracted by the mass of objects that made such a physical impression on one's dazzled eye that it seemed as if a glass pane, hanging over the street and converging everything, were being smashed again and again with the utmost force.
Franz KafkaIt is as if a person were a prisoner, and he had not only the intention to escape, which would perhaps be attainable, but also, and indeed simultaneously, the intention to rebuild the prison as a pleasure dome for himself. But if he escapes, he cannot rebuild, and if he rebuilds, he cannot escape.
Franz Kafkaحقیقت همیشه چاهی بی انتهاست، انسان باید مثل کسی که در برابر یک استخر شنا ایستاده، با جسارت و تهور تمام از فراز تخته ی شیرجه ی مرتعش تجارب جزئی و روزمره شیرجه بزند و به اعماق آب فرو رود، تا دیگر بار، خندان و از نفس افتاده، به سطح دو چندان روشن امور بازگردد.
Franz KafkaLike a Dog!
Franz KafkaЯ ненавижу все, что не имеет отношения к литературе, мне скучно вести разговоры (даже о литературе), мне скучно ходить в гости, горести и радости моих родственников мне смертельно скучны. Разговоры лишают все мои мысли важности, серьезности, истинности.
Franz KafkaStichwörter: books literature
В дневнике находишь доказательства того, что даже в состояниях, которые сегодня кажутся невыносимыми, ты жил, смотрел вокруг и записывал свои наблюдения, что, таким образом, вот эта правая рука двигалась, как сегодня, когда ты благодаря возможности обозреть тогдашнее состояние, правда, поумнел, но с тем большим основанием ты должен признать бесстрашие своего тогдашнего стремления, сохранившегося, несмотря на полное неведение.
Franz KafkaStichwörter: despair daring ignorance diary
There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.
Franz KafkaI believe that we should only read those books that bite and sting us. If a book does not rouse us with a blow then why read it?
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