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metamorphesque · 7 months ago
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— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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darkacademiaposts · 16 days ago
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“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
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fairydrowning · a month ago
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"I do understand and it is terrible."
-Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. July 1915, featured in "Letters to Felice"
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moonieisa · 5 months ago
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"What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis, In The Penal Colony, and Other Stories.
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yoursoethereal · 5 months ago
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— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice
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terminallyinferiorpoet · 10 months ago
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I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, 'Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.' Perhaps we don't love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time as we know it is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.
Franz Kafka, “Letters to Milena”
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velvetkisses28 · a year ago
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I am not well. I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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dailykafka · a month ago
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- August 14, 1913
- Letters to Felice, 1912-1917
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booksquoteslife · a year ago
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“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
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mxxnlightsblog · 7 months ago
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I am not well. I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.
- Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
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seameadow · 3 months ago
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Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
[Image ID: "I have no literary interests; I am made of literature. I am nothing else and cannot be anything else."]
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beljar · a month ago
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Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld, mine is by writing. That's why the only way I can keep going, if at all, is by writing, not through rest and sleep. I am far more likely to achieve peace of mind through writing than the capacity to write through peace.
Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice, 1967
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moonieisa · 5 months ago
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There are times, dearest, when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.
- Franz kafka, letters to felice.
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iphigennia · 6 months ago
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art for mitski’s “the only heartbreaker” by @taohun / table two, mara avoth, (2022), link, @avothillustrates / letters to felice, franz kafka / “this photograph is my proof,” duane michals, (1974) / on earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong / the flies, jean-paul sartre / art for boygenius’ “me & my dog” by @damnyourguts
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terminallyinferiorpoet · a year ago
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franz kafka quotes that make me go absolutely feral
““There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me, so often I can only think of you with teeth clenched.”
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can only explain it to myself.”
“I am forever chained to myself; that’s what I am and that’s what I must live with.”
“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
“I have spent my entire life resisting the desire to end it.”
“Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
“I mustn’t look at you too much or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.”
“So we’ve drifted apart entirely, Milena, and the only thing we seem to share is the intense wish that you were here, and your face as close to me as possible. And of course we also share this death wish—this wish to die ‘comfortably’ but in reality, that is wish small children have anyway, like myself, for instance, during arithmetic. I would see the teacher leafing through his notebook, probably looking for my name, and would compare my inconceivable lack of knowledge to this spectacle of power, terror, and reality. Half dreaming with fear, I wished I could rise like a ghost and run down the aisle between the desks, fly by my teacher as light as my knowledge of mathematics, somehow pass through the door, then, once outside, I would pull myself together and be free in the wonderful air which, in all the world know to me, did not contain any greater tensions than those found in that classroom. That would have been ‘comfortable’ indeed. But that’s not the way it happened.”
“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my hand, and remain like that through eternity.” 
“I am dirty, Milena. Infinitely dirty. This is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell—what we take to be the song of angels is their song.”
“Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
“It’s so wonderful to have received your letter, to have to answer it with my sleepless brain. I can’t think of anything to write. I’m just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day which stays beautiful and happy even if my hed is sick, tired.”
“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”
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letters-toyourheart · 5 months ago
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"I will whisper in your ear how much I love you."
- Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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homerswinedarksea · 8 months ago
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what's a lover if not ur favourite arch nemesis
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