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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.

Franz Kafka

I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
I am free and that is why I am lost.
FRANZ KAFKA

Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
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
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
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
FRANZ KAFKA

Possible Quite Yourself
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
FRANZ KAFKA

Sanity Writing
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
FRANZ KAFKA

Faith Simplicity

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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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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