We are as forlorn as children lost in the woods. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours. And if I were to cast myself down before you and weep and tell you, what… Continue reading Franz Kafka
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe. ― Franz Kafka
Isolation is a way to know ourselves. ― Franz Kafka
Please — consider me a dream. — Franz Kafka
No, I didn’t imagine my being alone with you the way you do. If I want the impossible, I want it in its entirety. Entirely alone, dearest, I wanted us to be entirely alone on this earth, entirely alone under the sky, and to lead my life, my life that is yours, without distraction and… Continue reading Franz Kafka
There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one’s own novel. — Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923. (Schocken, October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
I am a cage, in search of a bird. — Franz Kafka