Das Negative zu tun, ist uns noch auferlegt, das Positive ist uns schon gegeben.
Franz KafkaTag: philosophy good-and-evil philosophy-of-life german
My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.
Franz KafkaWhat's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.
Franz KafkaTag: reality change dreams surprise
In a way, I was safe writing
Franz Kafkabazen 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 söylemeye kalksa ikincisi kesinlikle çoktan kapıyı arkasından kilitlemiş ve gözden kaybolmuş oluyor.
kapıyı tekrar açacak, çünkü bu belkide insanın terk edemediği bir oda.
ilki ikincisine bu kadar benzemese, sakin olsa, ötekine bakmıyormuş gibi davransa, odayı sanki herhangi bir odaymış gibi yavaş yavaş düzene sokacak, ama bunun yerine, o da kapısının orada aynı şeyi yapıyor, hatta bazen ikisi de kapılarının arkasına saklanıyorlar ve güzelim oda bomboş kalıyor.
işte bu yüzden, üzücü yanlış anlamalar ortaya çıkıyor...
Hayatın ve ümidin düşmanı bir ortam içinde yazma eylemi kişinin kendi ipini çekmeden önce vasiyetini yazma isteğinden başka bir şey olamıyordu.
Franz KafkaΉταν νωρίς το πρωί, οι δρόμοι καθαροί και άδειοι, πήγαινα στο σταθμό. Καθώς σύγκρινα την ώρα του ρολογιού μου με την ώρα του ρολογιού ενός καμπαναριού, είδα πως ήταν πολύ πιο αργά απ' όσο πίστευα, έπρεπε να βιαστώ πολύ, ο τρόμος απ' αυτή την ανακάλυψη με έκανε να μην είμαι σίγουρος για το δρόμο, δεν γνώριζα ακόμα πολύ καλά αυτή την πόλη, ευτυχώς που εκεί κοντά ήταν ένας πολισμάνος, έτρεξα προς το μέρος του και τον ρώτησα χωρίς ανάσα για το δρόμο.
Χαμογέλασε και είπε: «Από μένα περιμένεις να μάθεις το δρόμο;» «Ναι», του απάντησα, «αφού δεν μπορώ να τον βρω μόνος μου». «Παραιτήσου, παραιτήσου», μου είπε, και μ' ένα μεγάλο άλμα μου γύρισε την πλάτη, όπως οι άνθρωποι που θέλουν νάναι μόνοι με το γέλιο τους.
Tag: inspirational
You once said that you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess; that utmost of self-revelation and surrender, in which a human being, when involved with others, would feel he was losing himself, and from which, therefore, he will always shrink as long as he is in his right mind-- for everyone wants to live as long as he is alive-- even the degree of self-revelation and surrender is not enough for writing.
Writing that springs from the surface of existence-- when there is no other way and deeper wells have dried up-- is nothing, and collapses the moment a truer emotion makes the surface shake. That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough.
all that matters is that the wound fit the arrow
Franz KafkaIt was because of impatience that they were expelled from Paradise; it is because of impatience that they do not return.
Franz KafkaTag: inspirational
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