One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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 persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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