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.
IRIS MURDOCHOf course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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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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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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