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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.

Iris Murdoch

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
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
I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Enjoyment Myself Voice
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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Disappoint Hope Human World
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Comfortable Relationship
Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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Action Future Ourselves Sea
People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Disappoint Myself People
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
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
I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Deep Feeling Grief Myself Stay
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
An experience is richest not talked of.
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Experience Rich
What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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Company Love Passion Yourself

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