Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
IRIS MURDOCHI’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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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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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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
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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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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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