#corrospondence

[thehungerartist3]

I am carrying such weights of absolute sadness that I must at any moment be dragged down into the deepest sea.

-Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena.

[thehungerartist3]

Your eyes seem to be expecting miracles I would be most honored and willing to preform.

-Franz Kafka, Letters To Milena

[thehungerartist3]

I love her as far as I am capable of it, but the love lies buried to the point of suffocation under fear and self-reproaches.

-Franz Kafka, diary entry of 15 August, 1913.

[thehungerartist3]

Dark. Very still. Night. Its livingness I want to feel and quiet.

— Franz Kafka, from The Penal Colony

[thehungerartist3]

"The moment I talk about anything other than you, I feel as though I were lost."

-Franz Kafka, Letter to Felice dated May 1, 1913.

[thehungerartist3]

"Felice, tell me, isn’t it terrible that there is some trouble in your life, and I am excluded from it! Don’t I have to be jealous of the trouble that grips you?"

-Franz Kafka, Letter to Felice dated April 28, 1913.

[thehungerartist3]

Haven’t you noticed, Felice, that in my letters I don’t in fact love you; if I did, I would have to think only of you, write only about you; but what I do is worship you.

-Franz Kafka, in a letter to Felice Baur dated April 20, 1913.

[thehungerartist3]

...Since I did not hold you by your hands, as one holds one’s beloved, but clung to your feet and so made walking impossible for you.

-Franz Kafka, in a letter to Felice dated April 14, 1913.