I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
IRIS MURDOCHHow 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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An experience is richest not talked of.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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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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