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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.

Iris Murdoch

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
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People Prison
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
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
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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Fantasy Greatness Illusion Life Live Reality Wisdom World
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
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
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
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
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
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
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
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
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
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

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