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More Quotes by Franz Kafka
No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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.
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.
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
san otkriva stvarnost za kojom predstava zaostaje.strashno potiche od zhivota – potresno od umetnosti.
Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.
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
You wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.
I carry the bars within me.
