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Kill me, or you are a murderer.

Franz Kafka

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
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
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss 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
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
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
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
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
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
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Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution

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