Fatime

“you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love, that, my dear, is love”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“But what shall I do when instead of a heart this fear is beating in my body?”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Auch ist es vielleicht nicht eigentlich Liebe wenn ich sage, daß Du mir das Liebste bist; Liebe ist, dass Du mir das Messer bist, mit dem ich in mir wühle.

An Milena Jesenska (14. September 1920)”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena