Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
IRIS MURDOCHI just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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