Quotes from Franz Kafka

My condition is not unhappiness, but it's not happiness either, not indifference not weakness, not fatigue, not interest in anything else, so what is it then? The fact that I don't know is probably connected with my inability to write.

Exist? ÅŸi un orgoliu trist,îndrept??it,despre fericirea de a sta de vorb? în neÅŸtire cu oamenii.Cum poate vorb?ria asta s?-i bucure pe alÅ£ii mai mult decât pe mine!Prea târziu probabil,ÅŸi cu ocol straniu,întoarcerea spre oameni.

So I only wrote half a page and am once again with you, laying on this letter like I lay next to you back then in the forest.

Gregor wanted to drag himself away, as if he could remove the surprising, the incredible pain by changing his position; but he felt as if nailed to the spot and spread himself out, all his senses in confusion. The last thing he saw was the door

La poesía es enfermedad. Mas no basta con reducir la fiebre para estar sano. Al contrario, el ardor purifica e ilumina.

since I was truly a disinherited son, I naturally enough became unsure about what was nearest to me – my own body.

Only our concept of time makes it possible for us to speak of the Day of Judgement by that name; in reality it is a constant court in perpetual session.

Church staff creep silently as part of their job, you don't notice them.

Looked at with a primitive eye, the real, incontestable truth, a truth marred by no external circumstance (martyrdom, sacrifice of oneself for the sake of another), is only physical pain. Strange that the god of pain was not the chief god of the earliest religions

Ä°ntihar eden kiÅŸi, hapishanenin avlusunda daraÄŸac? kurulduÄŸunu gören, bu daraÄŸa-c?nm kendisi için kurulduÄŸu kuruntusuna kap?l?p, geceleyin hücresinden kaçarak kendini asan bir tutukludur.

Her large mouth moved so close in front of me in surprising but natural shapes.

During these last decades the interest in professional fasting has markedly diminished.

the strange, mysterious, perhaps dangerous, perhaps saving comfort that there is in writing...[is] a leap out of murderer's row.

The extremely effective rhetorical methods you constantly used, at least for my instruction, were curses, threats, sarcasm, mocking laughter and – curiously enough – self-pity.

Z k?amstwa robi si? istot? porz?dku ?wiata.

Tüm insani hatalar sab?rs?zl?ktan, amaçla ilgili olan?n zamans?z kesintiye uÄŸrat?lmas?ndan ve söz sorunun sözde bir çitle çevrilmesinden doÄŸar.

Acho que devemos ler apenas os tipos de livros que nos ferem ou esfaqueiam. Se o livro que estamos lendo não nos acorda com um golpe na cabeça, para que estamos lendo?

God doesn't want me to write, but I - I must. So there's an everlasting up and down; after all, God is the stronger, and there's more anguish in it than you can imagine.

Girls of that age, though, do become enthusiastic about things and feel they must get their way whenever they can.

My grandfather used to say: Life is astonishingly short. Now in my memory, it is so compressed that I can hardly understand, for example, how a young person can decide to ride to the next village without being afraid - that apart from accidents - even the time allotted to a normal, happy life is far too short for such a journey. (From: the next village)

I carry the bars within me all the time.

Aceia care p?streaz? capacitatea de a aduna frumuseÅ£ea nu vor îmb?trâni niciodat?

do I really have to carry on getting tangled up with the chattering of base functionaries like this? - and they admit themselves that they are of the lowest position.  They're talking about things of which they don't have the slightest understanding, anyway.  It's only because of their stupidity that they're able to be so sure of themselves. 

he spent many an hour in only the most superficial appearance of actual work