That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy 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.
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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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