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.
IRIS MURDOCHThe most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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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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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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