Quotes from Franz Kafka

In einer Welt der Lüge wird die Lüge nicht einmal durch ihren Gegensatz aus der Welt geschafft, sondern nur durch eine Welt der Wahrheit.

I just read, the letter, your essays, again ad again, convinced that such pros does not exist merely for its own sake, but serves as a signpost on the road to a human being, a road one keeps following, happier and happier, until arriving at the realization some bright moment that one is not progressing simply running around inside one's own labyrinth, only more nervously, more confused than before.

In what an effortless sleepiness I wrote this useless, unfinished thing.

Não me abandonarei à fadiga, lançar-me-ei inteiramente na minha novela, ainda que tenha que me cortar no rosto

Genellikle ba??ms?zl???n? yitirmiÅŸ biri olan ben, özerkliÄŸe, ba??ms?zl??a, her yöndeki özgürlüÄŸe sonsuz bir açl?k duymaktay?m […]. Bizzat kendimin yaratmad??? her baÄŸ, benliÄŸimin parçalar?na kar?? olsa, deÄŸersizdir, yürümemi engeller, bu baÄŸlardan nefret ederim ya da nefret etmeye çok yak?n bir his içindeyimdir.

Keines der Mädchen hat mich enttäuscht, nur ich sie beide. Mein Urteil über sie ist heute genau das gleiche, wie damals als ich sie heiraten wollte.

Sou de pedra. Sou a minha própria pedra tumular, sem nenhum interstício para a dúvida ou para a fé, para o amor ou para a repulsa, para a coragem ou para a angústia, em particular ou em geral; só uma vaga esperança vive, mas à maneira das inscrições funerárias.

At the moment there is nothing definite to say about the question or about me. I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness. Franz

I was wise, if you will, because I was prepared to die at any moment, but this was not because I had taken care of everything I was required to do, but rather because I had done none of it and also couldn't hope ever to do any of it.

Mit unsern Antworten entwerten wir unsere Fragen.

can venture nothing for myself as long as I have achieved no greater work that satisfies me fully. That is certainly irrefutable.

mas manteve uma calma absoluta durante a agonia porque é uma lei tornar a morte leve aos moribundos, de acordo com as nossas próprias forças

The tremendous world I have in my head. But how to free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times better to be torn to pieces than to retain or bury it in me. That's why I'm here, after all, that's completely clear to me.

How can you hold their silence against others, and keep silent yourself?

Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one's own castle.

Como, a despeito de todas as inquietações, repouso em cima do meu romance tal uma estátua que olha para longe, repousa sobre o soco.

and if you run off down the long streets in the way you are doing — then for this evening, you have broken utterly from your family, who fade away into insubstantiality, while you yourself, absolutely solid, black and clear-cut, slapping your thighs, rise and assume your true form.

Quién sabe lo que le espera al lado? Esto está lleno de oportunidades. Sólo que, sin lugar a dudas, hay oportunidades que en cierta manera son demasiado buenas para ser aprovechadas. Hay cosas que no fracasan por nada más que por sí mismas

Precisamos de livros que nos afetem como um desastre, que nos angustiem profundamente, como a morte de alguém que amamos mais do que a nós mesmos, como ser banido para florestas distantes de todos, como um suicídio. Um livro tem que ser o machado para o mar congelado dentro de nós.

O mundo prodigioso que tenho na cabeça. Mas como me libertar e libertá-lo sem me dilacerar? E antes de ser mil vezes dilacerado do que retê-lo em mim ou enterrá-lo. Estou aqui para isso, dou-me perfeitamente conta.

Wir brauchen Bücher, die auf uns wirken wie ein Unglück, das uns sehr schmerzt, wie der Tod eines, den wir lieber hätten als uns, wie wenn wir in die Wälder verstoßen würden, von allen Menschen weg, ein Buch muss die Axt sein für das gefrorene Meer in uns

how much harmful ridiculous self-confidence arises while reading old things with an eye to publication.

We're only being punished because you reported us. Otherwise nothing would have happened to us, even if they found out what we did. Can that be called justice?

The most widespread individuality of writers consists, after all, in the fact that each conceals his bad qualities in an entirely particular way.