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I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

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
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
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
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
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
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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Avoid Freedom Hold Nature Suffering World Yourself
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
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

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

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