Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things, they let things go.
- Mary Reufle
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing
— August 3, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries
You know the feeling when you are scrolling and you found one poetry or quote and it hits you so hard like those are the words you want to scream, that is the feeling you are getting, you want to express yourself but you never found the right words and when you saw those lines you found your pieces in it
-The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
-"Gardening with the Son I Will Never Have", Ocean Vuong, Burnings
-Franz Kafka,Letters to friends, family and editors
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
The fact that no one knows where I am is my only happiness. If only I could prolong this forever! It would be far more just than death. I am empty and futile in every corner of my being, even in my unhappiness.
-Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice