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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

Franz Kafka

I am free and that is why I am lost.
FRANZ KAFKA

Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself One Liner
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
FRANZ KAFKA

Break Up Hope Sadness World
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
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Angel Hell Myself Sing
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
FRANZ KAFKA

Man Struggle World
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
FRANZ KAFKA

Inspirational Philosophy
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Empty Forget Philosophy Search 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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