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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.

Iris Murdoch

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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Fantasy Guilty Judgement Ourselves Sin World
I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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Best Hate Kill Myself Pain World
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain
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
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
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
Jealousy 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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Black Emotional Lie Strong World
People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Disappoint Myself People
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
People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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Character. Priviledge Fear Myself Passion People Thinking
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

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