Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
IRIS MURDOCHI think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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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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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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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.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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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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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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