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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.

Iris Murdoch

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
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
Youth is a marvelous garment.
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One Liner Youth
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
Anything that consoles is fake.
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Fake One Liner
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
How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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Death Different Pursue See Worth
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
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
One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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Food Greatness Happiness Oneself Reward Secret
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Crime Sin Spiritual
This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Heart Quiet See
Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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Art Experience Life Live Right
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
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
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

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