Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
IRIS MURDOCHReading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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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 beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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