That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
IRIS MURDOCHPerhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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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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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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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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