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It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.

Franz Kafka

I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
FRANZ KAFKA

Health Myself Thinking Yourself
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
FRANZ KAFKA

Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
FRANZ KAFKA

Right Science Understand
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
FRANZ KAFKA

Myself Reading Time
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
FRANZ KAFKA

Deep Myself Yourself
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
FRANZ KAFKA

Leaving Politics Revolution
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
FRANZ KAFKA

Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
FRANZ KAFKA

Sanity Writing
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
FRANZ KAFKA

Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
FRANZ KAFKA

Deep Love Myself
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
FRANZ KAFKA

Deep I Miss You Myself

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