I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
IRIS MURDOCHOne should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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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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I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
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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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Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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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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