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.
IRIS MURDOCHI’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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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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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