Franz Kafka Quotes

If you find someone who makes you smile, who checks up on you often to see if you’re okay. Who watches out or you and wants the best for you. Who loves and respects you. Don’t let them go. People like that are hard to find.

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.

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.

Start with what is right rather than what is acceptable.

I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

We live in an age which is so possessed by demons, that soon we shall only be able to do goodness and justice in the deepest secrecy, as if it were a crime.


Paths are made by walking

Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.


Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Do not waste your time looking for an obstacle – maybe there is none.

They say ignorance is bliss…. they’re wrong

Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.

You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

Nothing is as deceptive as a photograph.

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.

Anybody who preserves the ability to recognize beauty will never get old.

Follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

There are only two things. Truth and lies. Truth is indivisible, hence it cannot recognize itself; anyone who wants to recognize it has to be a lie.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

All language is but a poor translation.