Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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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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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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.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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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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