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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.

Franz Kafka

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
FRANZ KAFKA

Love Myself Place
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 the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
FRANZ KAFKA

Love Yourself
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
FRANZ KAFKA

Doubt Guilty Myself Principle
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
FRANZ KAFKA

Break Up Hope Sadness 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
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
Please — consider me a dream.
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Myself
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
FRANZ KAFKA

Believe Deep Success
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
FRANZ KAFKA

Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
FRANZ KAFKA

Himself Slave

You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.

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