One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
IRIS MURDOCHGuilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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 is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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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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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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