Franz Kafka

3 Jul 1883 // 3 Jun 1924


But when I want to draw close to someone, and fully commit myself, then my misery is assured. Then I am nothing, and what can I do with nothingness?

Letters to Felice‎
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.

Letters to Felice‎
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.

Letters to Felice‎


On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."