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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.

Iris Murdoch

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
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
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
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
What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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Myself Need Silence Soul World
The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Civilization Growth Heart Man Transportation
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Art Happiness Love Poet Story
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
Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Food Goodness Tolerance
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain
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
Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Deep Philosophy Sea Time
Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
An experience is richest not talked of.
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Experience Rich
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
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

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