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

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
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
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
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
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
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
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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