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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.

Iris Murdoch

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
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
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
People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Disappoint Myself People
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
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
Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
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Black Emotional Lie Strong World
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
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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Amazing Commitment Marriage Oneself Writing
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
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
This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Heart Quiet See
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 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
I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Fade Feeling Myself Old Photograph
Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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Love Right Thinking Yourself

Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.

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