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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Franz Kafka

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Right Science Understand
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Feeling Fortune Grateful Love Myself
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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Heart Imagination Quiet Yourself

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

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