Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
IRIS MURDOCHThe absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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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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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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