Franz Kafka

3 Jul 1883 // 3 Jun 1924

This is Love

When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Arenít our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time itís really not that bad; thatís an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; itís really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but itís true. Moreover, perhaps it isnít love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.

Franz Kafka, in 'Letters to Milena'
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Letters to Milena

Franz Kafka


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."