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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

Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Inspirational Philosophy
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
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
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
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
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
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
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
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
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
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 have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
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.
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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself

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