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There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.

Franz Kafka

Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
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
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
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World
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’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
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
The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
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
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
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
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
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.
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Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
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
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
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
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing

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