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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

A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
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
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
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.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
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
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.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing

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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