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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

Franz Kafka

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong

You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

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