“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”
-The Metamorphosis quotes by Franz Kafka
“She came in on tiptoe as if she were visiting someone seriously ill or perhaps even a stranger.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“He would have to lie low and, by being patient and showing his family every possible consideration, help them bear the inconvenience which he simply had to cause them in his present condition.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“Calm —indeed the calmest— reflection might be better than the most confused decisions.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“What’s happened to me,’ he thought. It was no dream.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“The blend of absurd, surreal and mundane which gave rise to the adjective “Kafkaesque.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“ They had so much to worry about at present that they had lost sight of any thought for the future.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“Writing, when it springs from within, is like giving birth.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“These early mornings,’ he thought, ‘are very bad for the brain.”
-The Metamorphosis quotes by Franz Kafka
“What a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm’s time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“A picture of my existence… would show a useless wooden stake covered in snow… stuck loosely at a slant in the ground in a ploughed field on the edge of a vast open plain on a dark winter night.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
“His growing lack of concern for the others hardly surprised him, whereas previously he had prided himself on being considerate.”
-The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka
