We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
IRIS MURDOCHEvery 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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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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