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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Iris Murdoch

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
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 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
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
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Comfortable Relationship
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
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
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Education Fundamental Human Literature Understand
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Beautiful Break Up Fall Forget Love
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
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
Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Courage Failure Hide Literature Moral Smile
We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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Moral Need Philosophy Politics
That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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Inspirational Myself Oneself Sound Yourself
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted

Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

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