Franz Kafka livre La Métamorphose
La Métamorphose, suivi de Un artiste du jeûne
Œuvres
Franz Kafka: 290 citations17 J'aime
Franz Kafka citations célèbres
Franz Kafka livre La Métamorphose
La Métamorphose
“[52] Dans le combat entre toi et le monde, seconde le monde.”
Réflexions sur le péché, la souffrance, l'espérance et le vrai chemin
Franz Kafka Citations
J. M. Coetzee, Imre Kertész
J. M. Coetzee
“Notre génération est peut-être perdue, mais elle est plus innocente que celle d'avant.”
Les Recherches d'un chien
Franz Kafka livre La Métamorphose
The Metamorphosis
Franz Kafka livre Le Château
Du kannst jemanden, der die Augen verbunden hat, noch so sehr aufmuntern, durch das Tuch zu starren, er wird doch niemals etwas sehen; erst wenn man ihm das Tuch abnimmt, kann er sehen.
de
Le Château
Franz Kafka: Citations en anglais
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
Franz Kafka livre La Métamorphose
Source: The Metamorphosis (1915)
“I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”
Letter to Oskar Pollak http://www.languagehat.com/archives/001062.php (27 January 1904)<br>Variant translations:<br>If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it? Good God, we also would be happy if we had no books and such books that make us happy we could, if need be, write ourselves. What we must have are those books that come on us like ill fortune, like the death of one we love better than ourselves, like suicide. A book must be an ice axe to break the sea frozen inside us.<br>What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.<br>A book should be an ice-axe to break the frozen sea within us.<br>A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul.<br>A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us. <br class="br">Variante: A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. <br class="br">Contexte: I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we are reading doesn't wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?... we need the 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 inside us.
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man
the most guilty.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive.”
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
Franz Kafka livre Letters to Milena
Source: Letters to Milena
“Calm —indeed the calmest— reflection might be better than the most confused decisions”
Franz Kafka livre La Métamorphose
Source: The Metamorphosis
Franz Kafka livre The Zürau Aphorisms
13
The Zürau Aphorisms (1917 - 1918)
“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
Franz Kafka livre The Zürau Aphorisms
16
The Zürau Aphorisms (1917 - 1918)
Variante: A cage went in search of a bird.
Attributed to Kafka in Ambiguous Spaces (2008) by NaJa & deOstos (Nannette Jackowski and Ricardo de Ostos), p. 7, and a couple other publications since, this is actually from Report to Greco (1965) by Nikos Kazantzakis, p. 434
Misattributed
