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Franz Kafka

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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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces 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.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
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
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.
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Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Happiness Old Youth

They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong

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