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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.

Iris Murdoch

We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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Fantasy Guilty Judgement Ourselves Sin World
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
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Deep Freedom Philosophy Prison
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
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
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
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
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
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
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People Prison
One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
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Better Happiness Life Oneself Quick Secret
We can only learn to love by loving.
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Learning Love
What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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Company Love Passion Yourself
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
Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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Determination Eyes Herself Hope

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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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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