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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.

Iris Murdoch

We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
IRIS MURDOCH

Deep Freedom Philosophy Prison
I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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Best Hate Kill Myself Pain World
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People Prison
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
I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Deep Feeling Grief Myself Stay
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
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
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
However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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Art Doubt Happiness Impossible Life Live
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
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
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
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain
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
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
The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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Body Human Life Mystery Oneself

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