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Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

Franz Kafka

Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
FRANZ KAFKA

Eat Myself Peace Yourself
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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Choice Freedom Happiness Leaving Listen Need Quiet Simplicity Wait World Yourself
First impressions are always unreliable.
FRANZ KAFKA

Appearance One Liner
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
FRANZ KAFKA

Myself Search
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 First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKA

Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
FRANZ KAFKA

Leaving Politics Revolution
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
The limited circle is pure.
FRANZ KAFKA

Limitation Pure

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