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I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

Franz Kafka

The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
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
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
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
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Stupidity Talk Understand
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
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
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
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
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
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Darkness Help Myself Talk Thinking
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True

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