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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

Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
FRANZ KAFKA

Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself 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
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
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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
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
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present

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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