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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

Franz Kafka

I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
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
The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
FRANZ KAFKA

Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
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
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.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

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The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.

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