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You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make

Franz Kafka

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
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
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
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
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
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Darkness Help Myself Talk Thinking
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
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
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
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
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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