Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often โ and in my inmost self perhaps all the time โ I doubt whether I am a human 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 KafkaThe dream reveals the reality which conception lags behind. That is the horror of life-the terror of art.
Franz Kafka