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What am I doing here in this endless winter?

Franz Kafka

I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Darkness Help Myself Talk Thinking
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
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
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
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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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Right Science Understand
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
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
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
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself

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