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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

I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
FRANZ KAFKA

Health Myself Thinking Yourself
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace 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
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
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 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
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
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
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

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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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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