Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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