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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.

Iris Murdoch

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Darkness Imagination
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
Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Guilty One Liner People 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
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
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
Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Art Happiness Love Poet Story
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Art Greatness
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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Fantasy Greatness Illusion Life Live Reality Wisdom World
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
Youth is a marvelous garment.
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One Liner Youth
Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Love Need Togetherness Word
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
Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Man Need Quiet Relationship Woman
A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Important Rain

This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.

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