Quote by Franz Kafka
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air. – Franz Kafka

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The relationship to ones fellow man is the relationship of prayer, the relationship to oneself is the relationship of striving it is from prayer that one draws the strength for ones striving. – Franz Kafka

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It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. – Franz Kafka

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A lawful kiss is never worth a stolen one. – Maupassant

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Oh what lies lurk in kisses! – Heinrich Heine

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The kiss. There are all sorts of kisses, lad, from the sticky confection to the kiss of death. Of them all, the kiss of an actress is the most unnerving. How can we tell if she means it or if shes just practicing? – Ruth Gordon

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The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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As high as mind stands above nature, so high does the state stand above physical life. Man must therefore venerate the state as a secular deity. The march of God in the world, that is what the State is. – G. W. F. Hegel

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I hope I am remembered by my children as a good father. – Orson Scott Card

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Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life. – John Millington Synge

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