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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

All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
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
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
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
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
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure

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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