Meidän on aina kärsittävä itse kaikki aiheuttamamme kärsimys.
Franz KafkaTag: kärsimys
Nöyryys sitoo meistä jokaisen, jopa yksinäisimmän, epätoivoisimman, vankimmin sitein muihin ihmisiin.
Franz KafkaTag: yksinäisyys epätoivo nöyryys
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
Franz KafkaIt seems so dreadful to be a bachelor, to become an old man struggling to keep one's dignity while begging for an invitation whenever one wants to spend an evening in company, having to carry one's meal home in one's hand, unable to expect anyone with a lazy sense of calm confidence, able only with difficulty and vexation to give a gift to someone, having to say good night at the front door, never being able to run up a stairway beside one's wife, to lie ill and have only the solace of the view from one's window when one can sit up, to have only side doors in one's room leading into other people's living rooms, to feel estranged from one’s family, with whom one can keep on close terms only by marriage, first by the marriage of one's parents, then, when the effect of that has worn off, by one's own, having to admire other people's children and not even being allowed to go on saying: “I have none myself,” never to feel oneself grow older since there is no family growing up around one, modeling oneself in appearance and behavior on one or two bachelors remembered from our youth.
Franz KafkaThis afternoon the pain occasioned by my loneliness came upon me so piercingly and intensely that I became aware that the strength which I gain through this writing thus spends itself, a strength which I certainly have not intended for this purpose.
Franz Kafka2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
Franz KafkaMy job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.
Franz KafkaTag: literature
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
Franz KafkaI ought to be able to invent words capable of blowing the odor of corpses in a direction other than straight into mine and the reader's face.
Franz KafkaNot everyone can see the truth, but everyone can be the truth.
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