And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
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Franz Kafka
Franz Kafka (3 July 1883 – 3 June 1924) was a Prague German-language novelist and short story writer, widely regarded as one of the major figures of 20th-century literature. His work, which fuses elements of realism and the fantastic, typically features isolated protagonists faced by bizarre or surrealistic predicaments and incomprehensible social-bureaucratic powers, and has been interpreted as exploring themes of alienation, existential anxiety, guilt, and absurdity. His best known works include "Die Verwandlung" ("The Metamorphosis"), Der Process (The Trial), and Das Schloss (The Castle). The term Kafkaesque has entered the English language to describe situations like those in his writing. Kafka was born into a middle-class, German-speaking Jewish family in Prague, the capital of the Kingdom of Bohemia, then part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, today part of the Czech Republic. He trained as a lawyer, and after completing his legal education he was employed with an insurance company, forcing him to relegate writing to his spare time. Over the course of his life, Kafka wrote hundreds of letters to family and close friends, including his father, with whom he had a strained and formal relationship. He became engaged to several women but never married. He died in 1924 at the age of 40 from tuberculosis. Few of Kafka's works were published during his lifetime: the story collections Betrachtung (Contemplation) and Ein Landarzt (A Country Doctor), and individual stories (such as "Die Verwandlung") were published in literary magazines but received little public attentio
Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing.
And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
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.
And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
I can't think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there's no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each…
I have a difficult task ahead of me and I have dedicated my whole life to it.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Isolation is a way to know ourselves.
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
I’m shocked to hear that you love me, and if I were not to hear it I’d want to die.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous vermin.
I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.