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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

Franz Kafka

Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
FRANZ KAFKA

Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
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
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
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
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKA

Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing

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