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.
IRIS MURDOCHYouth is a marvelous garment.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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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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