One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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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.
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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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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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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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