Quote by Franz Kafka
In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it. – Franz Kafka

Other quotes by Franz Kafka

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. – Franz Kafka

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Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so. – Franz Kafka

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Be happy. It’s one way of being wise. – Colette

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Happiness is within. It has nothing to do with how much applause you get or how many people praise you. Happiness comes when you believe that you have done something truly meaningful. – Martin Yan

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There is no worse sorrow than remembering happiness in the day of sorrow. – Alfred de Musset

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Happiness is perfume, you cant pour it on somebody else without getting a few drops on yourself. – James Van Der Zee

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We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict. – Jim Morrison

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People in high life are hardened to the wants and distresses of mankind as surgeons are to their bodily pains. – G. K. Chesterton

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There is nothing that man fears more than the touch of the unknown. He wants to see what is reaching towards him, and to be able to recognize or at least classify it. Man always tends to avoid physical contact with anything strange. – Elias Canetti

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Man seeks to escape himself in myth, and does so by any means at his disposal. Drugs, alcohol, or lies. Unable to withdraw into himself, he disguises himself. Lies and inaccuracy give him a few moments of comfort. – Jean Cocteau