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He was in the hospital from the middle of Lent till after Easter. When he was bet- ter, he remembered the dreams he had had while he was feverish and delirious. He dreamt that the whole world was con- demned to a terrible new strange plague that had come to Europe from the depths of Asia. All were to be destroyed except a very few chosen. Some new sorts of microbes were attacking the bodies of men, but these microbes were endowed with intelligence and will. Men attacked by them became at once mad and furious. But never had men considered themselves so intellectual and so completely in pos- session of the truth as these sufferers, never had they considered their decisions, their scientific conclusions, their moral convictions so infallible. Whole villages, whole towns and peoples went mad from the infection. All were excited and did not understand one another.

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There is always coming again strongly the feeling as frantic in another way - what if I should deny this and never meet anyone as satisfying or (as I have been hoping) better?

- The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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maybe it takes a long time to figure out what you're truly searching for. maybe you spend your whole life just to figure out a small part of it.

- days at morisaki bookshop

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How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense?

-Franz Kafka

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Letters To Milena - Franz Kafka

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Don't wait for the last judgement. It takes place every day.

- Albert Camus

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one unconsciously believes that there is something living, tangible in one's immaterial dreams! And is it delusion? Here love, for instance, is bound up with all its fathomless joy, all its torturing agonies in his bosom... Only look at him, and you will be convinced! Would you believe looking at him, dear Nastenka, that he has never known her whom he loves in his ecstatic dreams?

- White Nights by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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There are just some kind of men who are so busy worrying about the next world they've never learned to live in this one, and you can look down on the street and see the result.

-Harper Lee

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The only certainty is that I cannot live apart from you without completely submitting to fear, giving it even more than it demands, and I do this voluntarily, with delight, I pour myself into it.

- Franz Kafka

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Your few days have been spent doing nothing really, which is something is an intimacy in itself.

- Caleb Azumah Nelson

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So we've drifted apart entirely, Milena, and the only thing we seem to share is the intense wish that you were here, and your face as close to me as possible.

- Franz Kafka

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Aren't milk and butter and salad any help at all, and do I have to have the nourishment of your presence?

- Franz Kafka

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Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically-only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today's letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if I had to go without them I would suffer terribly

-Franz Kafka

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I don’t believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water. The longer I lay there in the clear hot water the purer I felt.

- Sylvia Plath

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You claim you haven't done enough nice things for me, but is there anything nicer, any greater honor you can show me than simply being with me and allowing me to sit in front of you?

- Franz Kafka

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now i am loosing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now : yours

-franz kafka

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maybe, i shall leave off grieving over the crimes and sin of my life? for such a life is a crime and a sin.

- fyodor dostoyevsky