No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".
Franz KafkaMots clés the-castle
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
Franz KafkaMots clés kafka
Yet even if I manage that, one single slip, and a slip cannot be avoided, will stop the whole process, easy and painful alike, and I will have to shrink back into my own circle again.
Franz KafkaMots clés franz-kafka kafka
But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
Franz KafkaMots clés franz-kafka kafka
Self-control is something for which I do not strive. Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.
Franz KafkaMots clés franz-kafka kafka
Some deny the existence of misery by pointing to the sun; he denies the existence of the sun by pointing to misery.
Franz KafkaBut what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?
Franz KafkaMots clés pain death end kafka
One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom.
Franz KafkaAs he went up he disturbed a large group of children playing on the stairs who looked at him as he stepped through their rows. "Next time I come here," he said to himself, "I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with.
Franz Kafkaليس لدي اهتمامات أدبية، وإنما أنا مجبول من أدب، إنني لست شيئاً آخر، وليس بوسعى أن أغدو شيئاً آخر.
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