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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.

Iris Murdoch

Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Food Goodness Tolerance
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
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
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
Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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Act Emotion Existence Personality World
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
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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Death Live Moments Spirit Time
As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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Live Ourselves Philosophy
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
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Beautiful Break Up Fall Forget Love
Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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Love Right Thinking Yourself
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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Alone Enough Marriage Myself Past Reality Thinking Wrong
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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Change Eyes Forever Hands World
What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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Myself Need Silence Soul World
Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Greatness Past Truth Word
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

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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