Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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The 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.
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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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