Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
IRIS MURDOCHThere is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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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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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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 continous small treats.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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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