“Como eu te amo (e portanto eu amo-te, sua tola, tal como o mar ama um minúsculo seixo no seu fundo, é exactamente assim que te cubro com o meu amor - e oxalá seja também um seixo ao teu lado, se o céu o permitir), amo o mundo inteiro, a que pertence também o ombro esquerdo, não primeiro era o ombro direito e, por isso, beijo-o quando isso me dá prazer (e tu tens a amabilidade de despir aí a blusa), o ombro esquerdo está também incluído e o teu rosto debaixo de mim no bosque e o repousar no teu peito quase desnudado. E por isso tens razão quando dizes que já fomos um único ser, e não tenho nenhum medo disso, pelo contrário, é a minha única felicidade e o meu único orgulho e não o restrinjo de modo nenhum ao bosque.”
Franz Kafka
"How I love you (and therefore I love you, your fool, loves the sea as a tiny pebble in your background, is exactly how I have covered thee with my love - and hopefully also be a pebble in your hand, if the sky permitting), I love the whole world, which also belongs the left shoulder, there was first the right shoulder, so kiss it when it gives me pleasure (and you have the kindness to take off her shirt around) the left shoulder is also included and your face underneath me in the woods and stand on your chestal most naked. And so you're right when you say that we have a single being, and not afraid of it, however, is my only my only happiness and pride and not restrict in any way in the woods. "
God gives the nuts, but he does not crack them.
Franz Kafka
Not everyone can see the truth, but he can be it.
Franz Kafka
Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.
Franz Kafka
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Franz Kafka
“من غير الضرورى أن تخرج من بيتك، لازم طاولتك و اصغ، بل دع الإصغاء و اكتفِ بالانتظار، بل دع الإنتظار و اكتفِ بالصمت و العزلة. فسوف يحضر العالم واهباً نفسه لك كى ترفع عنه أقنعته، و منتشياً، سوف يتلوّى أمامك”
“Love is a drama of contradictions.”
Franz Kafka
“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
Franz Kafka
“There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought”
Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle
“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.
An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.
And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
Franz Kafka
“Es gibt unendlich viel Hoffnung, nur nicht für uns.”
Franz Kafka
("There are infinitely more hope, not only for us.")