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 MURDOCHThose who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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