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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.

Iris Murdoch

I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Different End Feeling Myself
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
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
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
Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Love Need Togetherness Word
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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Goodness Magic People Perfection Spiritual World
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
But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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Different Existence Growth Past Present
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
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
One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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Easy Lie Oneself People
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
What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Extraordinary Myself Satisfaction
An experience is richest not talked of.
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Experience Rich
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination

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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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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