Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
IRIS MURDOCHThose who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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