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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 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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
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
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
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
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence 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
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
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
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

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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