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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

Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Right Science Understand
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
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
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself

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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