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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Franz Kafka

There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
FRANZ KAFKA

Break Up Hope Sadness World
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
FRANZ KAFKA

Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
FRANZ KAFKA

Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
FRANZ KAFKA

Inspirational 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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
FRANZ KAFKA

Himself Slave
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
FRANZ KAFKA

Angel Hell Myself Sing
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

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By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

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