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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.

Franz Kafka

Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
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
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
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
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
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
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
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
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
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
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story

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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