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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.

Franz Kafka

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
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Animal Himself Light Music
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
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
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
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
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
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.
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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself

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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