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Love is a drama of contradictions.

Franz Kafka

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
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
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
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
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
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
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
FRANZ KAFKA

Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
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
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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See

Love is a drama of contradictions.

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