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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.

Iris Murdoch

Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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Art Doubt Happiness Impossible Life Live
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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Body Human Life Mystery Oneself
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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Moral Need Philosophy Politics
How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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Death Different Pursue See Worth
For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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Divine Human Silence Touch Truth
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain
We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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Fantasy Guilty Judgement Ourselves Sin World
Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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Art Experience Life Live Right
Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Man Need Quiet Relationship Woman
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
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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Goodness Honesty Human Learning Magic Place Wonderful
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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Lose Person Photograph Poem Sea
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Civilization Growth Heart Man Transportation
One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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Food Greatness Happiness Oneself Reward Secret
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People Prison

I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.

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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.

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