Since I read less poetry than I do regular literature, Sunday’s theme is changing from Sunday Poetry Reading to Sunday Reading and will now mean anything literature related that moved me in the last week or so. I should add that if anyone reading this has any particular quote, passage, or poem that they like and think I should read … please do leave it in a comment. I really can’t get enough of this stuff.
But today, I give you Franz Kafka:
“We are as forlorn as children lost in the wood. When you stand in front of me and look at me, what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do I know of yours? And if I were to cast myself down before you and tell you, what more would you know about me that you know about Hell when someone tells you it is hot and dreadful?”