Franz Kafka:
Anyone who cannot come to terms with his life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate . . . but with his other hand he can note down what he sees among the ruins.
Every revolution evaporates and leaves only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
The tremendous world I have inside my head. But how [to] free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times [I'd] rather be torn to pieces than rather it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.
Love is like a knife with which we explore ourselves.
Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
If I write not what I speak,
I speak not what I think,
I think not what I ought to
so my writing comes from
the deepest darkness.
I need solitude for my writing; not like a hermit
- that wouldn't be enough
- but like a dead man.
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us...We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.
If I felt in love, I would be in a world in which I could not live.
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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.
My fear... is my substance, and probably the best part of me.
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
All human errors are impatience, a premature breaking off of methodical procedure, an apparent fencing-in of what is apparently at issue.
In me, by myself, without human relationship, there are no visible lies. The limited circle is pure.
If one has the strength to look at things unceasingly, so to speak, without blinking, one sees a great deal; but if one falters only once and shuts one's eye's, everything slips away into darkness.
The dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life -- the terror of art.
The meaning of life is that it stops.
All too often men are betrayed by the word freedom. And as freedom is counted among the most sublime feelings, so the corresponding disillusionment can be also sublime.
No, if one takes it by and large, I have no right to complain that I am alone and have nobody that I can trust. I certainly lose nothing by that and probably spare myself trouble. I can only trust myself and my burrow.
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.
No sooner said than done - so acts your man of worth.
It is your people who make the ultimate difference. You put the investment into training the people and then, when you get invited to the party with the big boys, that is a unique selling point.
My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.
The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.