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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.

Iris Murdoch

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
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Art Happiness Love Poet Story
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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Amazing Commitment Marriage Oneself Writing
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Beautiful Break Up Fall Forget Love
Anything that consoles is fake.
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Fake One Liner
Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Love Need Togetherness Word
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
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
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Disappoint Myself People
Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
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
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
We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Defend Ourselves World

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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