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What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Franz Kafka

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
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Darkness Help Myself Talk Thinking
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
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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Easy Mindset Myself People Person
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
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
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
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
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
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion

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