Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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.
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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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 felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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