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May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

Franz Kafka

Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
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 think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
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
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
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
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.
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Angel Hell Myself Sing

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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