“But I waver on the heights; it is not death, alas, but the eternal torments of dying.”
— from Kafka’s diary
1:39 pm • 17 May 2012 • 4 notes
“…for the first time that day, he began to feel alright with his body; the little legs had the solid ground under them; to his pleasure, they did exactly as he told them; they were even making the effort to carry him where he wanted to go; and he was believing that all his sorrows would soon be finally at an end.”
— from The Metamorphosis
8:57 pm • 11 May 2012 • 5 notes
“[Kafka] managed to represent so fully the everyday passage from hope to grief and from desperate wisdom to intentional blindness.”
— from the essay Hope and the Absurd in the Work of Kafka, by Albert Camus
11:55 pm • 7 May 2012 • 4 notes
“‘How I need you,’ Frieda says to K., ‘How forsaken I feel since knowing you, when you are not with me.’”
— from The Castle
11:54 pm • 7 May 2012 • 1 note
“February 4. Lying for a long time, sleeplessness, becoming conscious of the struggle.”
— from The Blue Octavo Notebooks
8:39 pm • 4 May 2012 • 6 notes
“I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.”
-Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod
8:38 pm • 4 May 2012 • 9 notes
“As someone said to me — I can’t remember now who it was — it is really remarkable that when you wake up in the morning you nearly always find everything in exactly the same place as the evening before. For when asleep and dreaming you are, apparently at least, in an essentially different state from wakefulness; and therefore, as that man truly said, it requires enormous presence of mind, or rather quickness of wit, when opening your eyes to seize hold as it were of everything in the room at exactly the same place where you had let it go on the previous evening. That was why, he said, the moment of waking up was the riskiest moment of the day. Once that was well over without deflecting you from your orbit, you could take heart of grace for the rest of the day.”
— Franz Kafka
9:54 pm • 29 April 2012 • 87 notes