You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. ― Franz Kafka
I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me. – Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)
Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened… Continue reading Franz Kafka
I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each… Continue reading Franz Kafka
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free. – Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena. (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)
Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way. — Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena. (Schocken; Rev Upd edition April 7, 1990)
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really,… Continue reading Franz Kafka
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 Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923. (Schocken October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels. ― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena: Expanded and Revised in a New Translation. (Schocken; Revised, Updated edition, April 7, 1990) Originally published 1952.
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.