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 MURDOCHFor most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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 just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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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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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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