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 MURDOCHOur 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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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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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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