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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

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
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
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Feeling Fortune Grateful Love Myself
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
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
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Happiness Old Youth
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.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search 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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