We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
IRIS MURDOCHEvery book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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 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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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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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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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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We can only learn to love by loving.
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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Every persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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