Quotes About Frustration

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.

My dear parents," said the sister banging her hand on the table by way of an introduction, "things cannot go on any longer in this way. Maybe if you don't understand that, well, I do. I will not utter my brother's name in front of this monster, and thus I say only that we must try to get rid of it. We have tried what is humanly possible to take care of it and to be patient. I believe that no one can criticize us in the slightest.

Life is hard, the earth stubborn, science rich in knowledge but poor in practical results.

This back and forth is getting worse all the time. At the office I live up to my outward duties, but not to my inner duties, and those unfulfilled duties grow into a permanent torment.

He certainly goes into the offices, but are the offices really the castle? And even if the castle does have offices, are they the offices which Barnabas is allowed to enter?

O God," he thought, "what a demanding job I've chosen! Day in, day out on the road. The stresses of trade are much greater than the work going on at head office, and, in addition to that, I have to deal with the problems of traveling, the worries about train connections, irregular bad food, temporary and constantly changing human relationships which never come from the heart. To hell with it all!

Insónia quase total, atormentado por sonhos, que teriam querido gravar na matéria refractária que sou.

If I didn't hold back for my parents' sake, I would've quit ages ago.

Kafka, it seems, is at his best when he fails.

answer. How else is he going to understand what is obvious to us, that Herr Klamm never will speak to him – what am I saying, never

In that case, I'll miss the thing by waiting fot it. (Epígraf a Laszló Krasznahorkai, «Tango Satánico», citació de Kafka, «El castell»)

Con vi?t là vi?t v? b?, con than vãn ? Ä'ó vì con không th? than vãn trên ngá»±c b?.

On the other hand, there are also dark moments, such as everyone has, when you think you've achieved nothing at all, when it seems that the only trials to come to a good end are those that were determined to have a good end from the start and would do so without any help, while all the others are lost despite all the running to and fro, all the effort, all the little, apparent successes that gave such joy.

Why do you have to go to the cathedral?' said Leni. K. tried to explain briefly, but he had hardly begun when Leni suddenly said: 'They are hounding you.' K., who could not bear anyone feeling sorry for him unexpectedly or gratuitously, broke off abruptly with just two words; but as he hung up the receiver he said, half to himself and half to the distant woman who could no longer hear him: 'Yes, they are hounding me.

Desafortunadamente el inconveniente principal, ajeno a los casos mismos, es que parece que espiritualmente estoy imposibilitado para contraer matrimonio. Esto se puede comprobar en el hecho de que desde el instante en que tomo esa determinación, no puedo dormir, siento que la cabeza me hierve día y noche, una gran desesperación e irascibilidad se apoderan de mi, y al caminar me tambaleó de un lado a otro (p. 66)

Non posso far capire né a te né a nessuno ciò che sento. Come potrei far capire perché sia così? Non riesco a farlo capire nemmeno a me stesso. Ma questa non è neanche la cosa più importante, la cosa più importante è evidente: nella cerchia intorno a me è impossibile vivere umanamente; tu lo vedi, e ancora non ci vuoi credere?

But above all, the center of all the misery remains. I cannot write; I have not done a line I respect; on the other hand, I have excised everything I wrote after Paris—it wasn't much! My whole body warns me against every word; every word, before it lets me write it down, first looks around in all directions. The sentences literally crumble before me; I see their insides and then have to stop quickly.

Der Sinn für die Darstellung meines traumhaften innern Lebens hat alles andere ins Nebensächliche gerückt, und es ist in einer schrecklichen Weise verkümmert und hört nicht auf, zu verkümmern. Nichts anderes kann mich jemals zufriedenstellen.

When I really asked myself a question, I still responded, here there was still something to be wrested from me, from this heap of straw that I have been for five months and whose fate, it seems, is to be set alight in the summer and to burn away before the spectator can blink.

Your indifference is driving me crazy.

my whole being cries out, and am I to smother that cry with my own hand?

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.

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.

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.