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From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Franz Kafka

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
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
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
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
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
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
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
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
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
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
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter

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