More Quotes by Franz Kafka
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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.
You wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, lost in a forest remote from all human habitation.
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.
But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?
