Franz Kafka Quotes

I'd had to cope with a lot of death and illness in my family from a young age, and that maybe gave me a bleak outlook on the world.

There was a time when I had nothing. I lost everything.

We have no hope and yet we live in longing.

How many would die did not hope sustain them.

When you think that you lost everything you find out you can always lose a little more.

Others would say to me, 'It is only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it,' but of course they had no idea how I felt, although they were certain that they did. Over and over and over I would say to myself, If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

A life that is without problems may literally be more hopeless, than one that always verges on despair.

The people I am most interested in are the ones on the edge of losing everything and falling into the last bit of despair. I'm trying to write about how people exist on that edge and how they can come back.

I hate to see anybody sink. I hate to see anybody lose their dream, lose their home, something like that.

How can you beat someone that's already lost everything?

Poverty makes you sad as well as wise.

I have lost everything, and I am so poor now that I really cannot afford to let anything worry me.

I was 21 and homeless - such a broken, lost woman.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

The suicide arrives at the conclusion that what he is seeking does not exist; the seeker concludes that what he has not yet looked in the right place.

A scene of misery and gloomy despair of a community of people who have been plunged abruptly from prosperity to a complete want of the most essential things of life.

For me and Washington, it was like I was in a dark tunnel, and the light was really far away.

You don't go to tarot readers or psychics when everything's going well. It's always evidence of rock-bottom.

I should've died a hundred thousand times,Teetering stoned off the side of a building.Nobody loved me and nobody even triedYou can't hang on to something that won't stop moving.Singing and dancing to them nighttime songs.

But by the time that I had nothing left, I myself was the lightest thing of all for fate to get rid of.

There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.

We’ve died so many times now that we can only wonder why we still care.

The soul does not give itself up to despair until it has exhausted all illusions.

That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked out the window, see the world still there. I was surprised to see the world didn’t stop.