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Franz Kafka

Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
FRANZ KAFKA

Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet 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
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
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
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death 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
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
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
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
FRANZ KAFKA

Breathe Myself Quiet
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 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
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love

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