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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.

Franz Kafka

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
FRANZ KAFKA

Leaving Politics Revolution
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
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
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
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
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
FRANZ KAFKA

Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
FRANZ KAFKA

Himself Slave
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 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
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil 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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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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