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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.

Franz Kafka

Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
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
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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Choice Freedom Happiness Leaving Listen Need Quiet Simplicity Wait World Yourself
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
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
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
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
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
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
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself

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