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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

I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
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
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
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
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World
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
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
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin

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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