People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
IRIS MURDOCHI 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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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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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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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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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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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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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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