One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
IRIS MURDOCHI just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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We can only learn to love by loving.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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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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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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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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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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Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
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