Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
IRIS MURDOCHAs 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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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 need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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