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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.

Franz Kafka

He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
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
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
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.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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Easy Mindset Myself People Person
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
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
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

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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