Dread of night. Dread of not-night.

The cruelty of death lies in the fact that it brings the real sorrow of the end, but not the end. The greatest cruelty of death: an apparent end causes a real sorrow. Our salvation is death, but not this one.

So then you’re free?’ ‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.

At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?

I made the remark that I don't avoid people in order to live quietly, but rather in order to be able to die quietly.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.