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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

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
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
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
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Animal Himself Light Music
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
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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Heart Imagination Quiet Yourself
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter

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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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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