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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

Franz Kafka

Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
FRANZ KAFKA

Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
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
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
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
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
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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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
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
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Myself Need Self Love

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