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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Franz Kafka

It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love 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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
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
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
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
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
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
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

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