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Franz Kafka

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Inspirational Philosophy
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking
They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Stupidity Talk Understand
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself

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