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Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

Franz Kafka

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 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
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Inspirational Philosophy
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
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
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
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself

Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.

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