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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.

Franz Kafka

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
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
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
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
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.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing

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