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.
IRIS MURDOCH- Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
IRIS MURDOCHAnything that consoles is fake.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
IRIS MURDOCHEvery artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHWhat 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.
IRIS MURDOCHI feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHStarting 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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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
IRIS MURDOCHTime, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHOf 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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
IRIS MURDOCHPeople have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHThe 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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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
IRIS MURDOCHHow huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
IRIS MURDOCHPerhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
IRIS MURDOCHThe most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
IRIS MURDOCHHer eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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 MURDOCHLove 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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