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“Nobody will read what I say here, no one will come to help me; even if all the people were commanded to help me, every door and window would remain shut, everybody would take to bed and draw the bed-clothes over his head, the whole earth would become an inn for the night. And there is sense in that, for nobody knows of me, and if anyone knew he would not know where I could be found, and if he knew where I could be found, he would not know how to deal with me, he would not know how to help me. The thought of helping me is an illness that has to be cured by taking to one's bed. ("The Hunter Gracchus")”

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Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka (July 3, 1883 - June 3, 1924) was an important German-language novelist of the 20th century, known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical thoughts. His works, often themed around loneliness, alienation, and existentialism, have had a profound impact on literature and philosophy. more

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“A savage sense entered me, of being of such small account in the world that I wasn't to be helped, that priest and woman and man had put out an edict that I wasn't to be helped, I was to be left to the elements, just as I was, a walking animal, forsaken. Maybe it was then that some part of me leapt away from myself, something fled from my brain, I don't know.”

“Khamoshi se matlab nahi, matlab baato se hain Din toh guzar hi jaaenge, masla raato se hain —Wajid shaikh Literal Translation It's not the silence that matters; it's the words that do. Days will pass by anyway, but the issue lies with the nights. Here, the poet suggests that while life moves on, it's the words we long to hear—the meaningful connections—that truly impact us. Days may be busy and fleeting, but in the quiet of the night, emotions and unresolved thoughts resurface, intensifying the absence of those connections.”