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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.

Iris Murdoch

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
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
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
We can only learn to love by loving.
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Learning Love
Every persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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Fear Fundamental Human Marriage Nature
How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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Death Different Pursue See Worth
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 feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
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.
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Book Feeling Start Yourself
I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
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Alone Existence Imagination Life Myself World
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
Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Distance Ourselves People
One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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Food Greatness Happiness Oneself Reward Secret
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain
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
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Art Happiness Love Poet Story

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