Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

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Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.

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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.

IRIS MURDOCH

The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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Escape Life Love Talk Value
We can only learn to love by loving.

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We can only learn to love by loving.
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Learning Love
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.

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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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Philosophy Speed
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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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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Flower Joy Mad People Thinking Time
I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.

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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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Marriage Past Reality Thinking Wrong
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.

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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me

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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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Inspirational Oneself Sound
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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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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Greatness Life Space
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.

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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty People Prison
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.

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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.

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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Art Greatness
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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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
Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.

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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Love Need Togetherness Word
I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Deep Feeling Grief Stay
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.

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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Love Rare Wasted
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.

IRIS MURDOCH

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

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