Kafka Quotes - Tumblr Posts

"In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush)

"There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me […] so often I can think of you only with teeth clenched."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎-

(Artwork/artist: unknown (to me)).

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis-

(Artwork by Mimmo Paladino)

The Diaries of Franz Kafka are a conduit to who he really was as a person and as an artist. They chronicle his life from 1910 to 23, they offer multiplex reflections, meditation and philosophical introspection, accounts of dreams, ideas, book reviews and an honest portrayal of his feelings, emotions and thoughts. While written and given in poetic prose and lyricism, rich in vocabulary and expression, his diaries are a simply an answer to what he understood and what he did not about himself, as a writer, a person, a brother, a friend, an artist and above all as a human being with dark recesses and complexities waiting for love and affection, and light to come by.

#ReadmoreKafka.

"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 Kafka, The Castle.-

(Artwork by Anne Magill.)

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

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice‎-

(Artwork by ratsandlilies.art.)

(Can we also TALK ABOUT FLEABAG. I love that show.)

"I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity."

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena-

(Artworks by Kim Young Hun.)

-The Diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923-

(Bronze Sculpture by Fredrick Raddum.)

"How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense."

Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis.

(Artwork by Liza Sivakova.)

"Nervous states of the worst sort control me without pause. Everything that is not literature bores me and I hate it. I lack all aptitude for family life except, at best, as an observer. I have no family feeling and visitors make me almost feel as though I were maliciously being attacked."

_Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923_

(Artwork by D.B Horowitz.)

It's late night, late that I should be sleeping and ready this body for tomorrow but grabbing a book, turning pages, reading Kafka anytime, anywhere is no sin.

Feels caught up in the kafkaesque.

a reminder for the next time a man calls you hot and you think that shit's romantic:

Dostoevsky once said "She tortures me, tortures me with her love... in the past it was only that infernal body of her's that tortured me, but now I've taken all her soul into my soul and through her I've become a man"

and Kafka once said "in a way, you are poetry material; you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality"

I write this very decidedly out of despair over my body and over a future with this body

Franz Kafka, 1910 Diaries

if there's anything tumblr has taught me it's that this guy named franz kafka was in agony 365 days a year

current read

march 23, 1914 i never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other peoples minds as something strictly fluid and non perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. -Franz Kafka

I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

-Franz Kafka

I feel like Kafka and I have the same lives