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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Iris Murdoch

I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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Important Myself Nice Place Thinking Time Woman
I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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Alive Happiness Human Time
One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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Easy Lie Oneself People
Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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Determination Eyes Herself Hope
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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Empty Greatness Life Space
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People Prison
What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Extraordinary Myself Satisfaction
I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Different End Feeling Myself
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
Youth is a marvelous garment.
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One Liner Youth
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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Different Existence Growth Past Present
I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
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Breathe Emotional Goodness Moments Myself Rule Woman

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