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. Aren�t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it�s really not that bad; that�s 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; it�s really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but it�s true. Moreover, perhaps it isn�t 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."