black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

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

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Inspirational Philosophy
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
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
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Animal Himself Light Music
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 can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong

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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