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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

Iris Murdoch

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
Anything that consoles is fake.
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Fake One Liner
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Comfortable Relationship
I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Enjoyment Myself Voice
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Art Happiness Love Poet Story
Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Action Philosophy Talk
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
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
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
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
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 feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
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
There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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Greatness Human Race
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

Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.

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