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?
IRIS MURDOCHI took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Reading 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.
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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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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 man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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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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