I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head. — Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena. (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)
There are possibilities for me, certainly, but under what stone do they lie? — Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka. (Schocken October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
I feel an unhappiness which almost dismembers me, and at the same time am convinced of its necessity. ― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka. (Schocken October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
Always only the desire to die and the not-yet-yielding; this alone is love. ― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923. (Schocken October 30, 1988)
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air. — Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice. ( Schocken; Pbk ed. edition December 6, 2016) Originally published 1967.
I know of no greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, without end, but I feel in my dreams that there is no place on earth where our love can be at peace, not in the village or anywhere else, and I imagine a deep and narrow grave where we… Continue reading Franz Kafka
We are nihilistic thoughts, suicidal thoughts that come into God’s head. — Franz Kafka, quoted in Walter Benjamin’s Selected Writings. (Belknap Press; First Edition edition December 1, 1996)