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Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Franz Kafka

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
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Right Science Understand
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 have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
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’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
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

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