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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
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
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
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
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
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
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
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
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
FRANZ KAFKA

Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
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 am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
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
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper 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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