Contact
Privacy
Home
Latest
Oldest
Popular
Random
Home
»
tags
»
book-quote
»
My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I...
Author:
Franz Kafka
Book:
Letter to His Father
Viewed:
93 -
Published at:
4 years ago
My writing was all about you; all I did there, after all, was to bemoan what I could not bemoan upon your breast.
( Franz Kafka )
[ Letter to His Father ]
www.QuoteSweet.com
TAGS :
book-quote
Related Quotes:
A rock jabbed Hunter in the belly, but he scarcely felt it. Pressing low to the...
It's nothing to do with eternity," said Shevek, grinning, a thin shaggy man of...
За всяко зло има два цяра: времето и мълчанието
Mad Hatter: "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?""Have you guessed the riddle...
Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.
On Thanksgiving weekend of his senior year, Wozniak visited the University of...
You may also like:
We are one in all and all in one. There are no men but only the great WE, One,...
The opposite of depression is not happiness, but vitality and my life, as I...
Culture and collars had gone together, to him, and he had been deceived into...
But there was a difference in their hardness and hers and just what the...
As the coffee slid down my throat and the caffeine penetrated my haze, I...
Why should I be scared of an oversized bat who likes to throw temper tantrums?
Categories
book-quote (0.5m)
love (43k)
life (41k)
inspirational (29k)
philosophy (15k)
humor (15k)
god (14k)
truth (13k)
wisdom (11k)
happiness (10k)
About
Contact
Privacy
Terms of service
Disclaimer