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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

For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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Divine Human Silence Touch Truth
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
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
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
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Deep Freedom Philosophy Prison
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
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
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
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
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
We can only learn to love by loving.
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Learning Love
To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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Lose Person Photograph Poem Sea
Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
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Connection Important Kind Language Reading Writing
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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Goodness Honesty Human Learning Magic Place Wonderful

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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