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I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

Franz Kafka

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
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
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
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

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