There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe … but not for us. — Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka: A Biography (1937) by Max Brod, as translated by G. Humphreys Roberts and Richard Winston (1947; 1960)
I have now, and have had since this afternoon, a great yearning to write all of my anxiety entirely out of me. — Franz Kafka, The diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1913. (Secker & Warburg 1948)
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.