For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
IRIS MURDOCHEvery book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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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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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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