Quotes from Franz Kafka

It is possible that some people are sorry for me, but I am not aware of it.

I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it's almost like a meeting; even so, when I then want to raise my eyes to your face, in the middle of the letter -fire breaks out and I see nothing but fire.

It is a long dark road from there to where I have really come

Hayat?n ve ümidin düÅŸman? bir ortam içinde yazma eylemi kiÅŸinin kendi ipini çekmeden önce vasiyetini yazma isteÄŸinden baÅŸka bir ÅŸey olam?yordu.

Self-control is something for which I do not strive. Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence. But if I do have to draw such circles round myself, then it will be better for me to do it passively, in mere wonderment and gaping at the tremendous complex, taking home with me only the refreshment that this sight gives e contrario.

Evidentemente, soy muy ignorante, la verdad es esa, y es muy triste para mi, pero esto supone una ventaja: El ignorante osa a más cosas. También estoy preparado para soportar todavía un poco la ignorancia y sus consecuencias -malas, de acuerdo- tanto como resistan mis fuerzas.

48 Belief in progress doesn't mean belief in progress that has already occurred. That would not require belief.

Such a young trial!

Lying in my heap of Earth I can naturally dream of all sorts of things, even of an understanding with the beast, though I know well enough that no such thing can happen, and at the moment when we see each other, more, at that at the instant we merely guess at each other's presence, we shall both blindly bare our claws and teeth, neither of us a second before or after the other, both of us filled with a new and different hunger, even if we should already be gorged to bursting.

Hier war es wohl die Müdigkeit inmitten glücklicher Arbeit; etwas, was nach außen hin wie Müdigkeit aussah und eigentlich unzerstörbare Ruhe, unzerstörbarer Frieden war.

youth looks good in anything; unpleasant details lose themselves against the unabating vigour of youth...

All the love in the world is useless when there is a total lack of understanding.

Die Liebe ist so unproblematisch wie ein Fahrzeug - problematisch sind nur die Lenker, die Fahrgäste und die Straße.

Scratch your flesh raw between your toes, but you won't find the answer.

Bu elle tutulamayan, bu korkunç sorumluluk durumunu bütün ac?lar?yla yüklenen biri olaca??m yerde, sözgeliÅŸi odandaki, o her zaman seni görebilen mutlu dolap olsam, ne iyi olurdu: seyrederdim seni, koltukta oturuÅŸunu, mektup yaz???n?, yat???n? ya da uykuya dal???n?.

Fear of night. Fear of not night.

On se bojao da ?e ga stid nadživeti.

I will cross hundreds of seas and oceans without sinking to reach you, see your eyes and sink completely into their depths.

His escape is ultimately doomed by his utter devotion to his family, which never diminishes. The guilt brought on by Gregor's newfound inability to provide for his family- financially and emotionally- prevents him from attaining any sort of liberation. Perhaps recognizing this conundrum, Gregor chooses to remain an insect.

They don't make mistakes. Our authorities, as far as I am aware - and I know only the lowest ranks - don't actually look for guilt in the population, but are, as the law says, drawn towards guilt and must send us guards out. That's the law. Where would there be a mistake? 'I don't know this law', said K. 'That's your problem,' said the guard. 'It probably only exists in your minds', said K.

Parents who expect gratitude from their children (there are even those who demand it) are like usurers, they are happy to risk the capital as long as they get the interest.

Šta je? Šta je' povikah, još snom prikovan za krevet, i ispružih ruku na gore. Potom ustadoh,još zadugo bez svesti o sadašnjosti, i imah ose?aj kao da moram da odgurnem nekoliko ljudi koji su me sputavali; ?ak i napravih odgovaraju?e pokrete rukama, i kona?no do?oh do otvorenog prozora.

No,' said the priest, 'we must not accept everything is true, we must only accept it is necessary.' 'A dismal thought,' said K., 'it makes untruth into a universal principle.

Kafka regarded the end of The Metamorphosis- its composition in interrupted by a business trip- as unreadable. He also wrote in his diary that he found itbad, but of course Kafka relished his failure. Failure is precisely what he expected and resolved to accomplish- and he hid behind it.