The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.
Franz KafkaWriting is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.
Franz KafkaSo long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.
Franz KafkaI canโt think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world thereโs no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
Franz Kafka