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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

Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
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
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
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
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
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
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
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
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
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance

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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