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.
IRIS MURDOCHPerhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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For 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.
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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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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.
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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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