What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
IRIS MURDOCHI feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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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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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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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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