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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

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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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
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
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
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
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Feeling Fortune Grateful Love Myself
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself

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