A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity."
[Letter to Max Brod, July 5, 1922]
Mots clés writing writers julia-cameron
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
Franz KafkaMots clés faith
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.
Franz KafkaMany complain that the words of the wise are always merely parables and of no use in daily life, which is the only life we have. When the sage says: "Go over," he does not mean that we should cross over to some actual place, which we could do anyhow if the labor were worth it; he means some fabulous yonder, something unknown to us, something too that he cannot designate more precisely, and therefore cannot help us here in the very least. All these parables really set out to say merely that the incomprehensible is incomprehensible, and we know that already. But the cares we have to struggle with every day: that is a different matter.
Concerning this a man once said: Why such reluctance? If you only followed the parables you yourselves would become parables and with that rid yourself of all your daily cares.
Another said: I bet that is also a parable.
The first said: You have won.
The second said: But unfortunately only in parable.
The first said: No, in reality: in parable you have lost.
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One tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.
Franz KafkaMots clés lies
I would never have named them in the
first place as they are not the ones I hold responsible. It's the organization that's to blame, the high officials are the ones to blame.
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
Franz KafkaAnd I leave my post of observation and find I have had enough of this outside life; I feel that there is nothing more that I can learn here, either now or at any time. And I long to say a last goodbye to everything up here, to go down into my burrow never to return again, let things take their course, and not try to retard them with my profitless vigils.
Franz KafkaIf this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you.
Kafka (note to himself in journal)
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