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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

Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
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
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return

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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