Quotes from Frank Kafka

The meaning of life is that it ends.

Did he really want this warm room of his, so comfortably fitted with old family furniture, to be transformed into a cave, in which, no doubt, he would be free to crawl about unimpeded in all directions, but only at the price of rapidly and completely forgetting his human past at the same time?

In the diary you find proof that in situations which today would seem unbearable, you lived, looked around and wrote down observations, that this right hand moved then as it does today, when we may be wiser because we are able to look back upon our former condition, and for that very reason have got to admit the courage of our earlier striving in which we persisted even in sheer ignorance.

Nothing, nothing, the whole long day, nothing.

Gregor's glance then turned to the window. The dreary weather—the rain drops were falling audibly down on the metal window ledge—made him quite melancholy.

Se caminhasses num terreno plano, se tivesses a boa vontade de caminhar e desses apesar disso passos à rectaguarda, então tratar-se-ia de um caso desesperado; mas como sobes um pendor tão escarpado como tu próprio visto de baixo, os passos para trás só podem ser provocados pela natureza do terreno e não tens que desesperar.