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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

Franz Kafka

Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
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
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
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
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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Avoid Freedom Hold Nature Suffering World Yourself
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
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
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
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

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

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