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Iris Murdoch

Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Distance Ourselves People
Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Book Ideas Perfection
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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Fear Fundamental Human Marriage Nature
Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Enough Love Rare Wasted
Anything that consoles is fake.
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Fake One Liner
Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Born Desire Escape Oneself Violence
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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Fantasy Guilty Judgement Ourselves Sin World
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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Action Future Ourselves Sea
Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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Change Eyes Forever Hands World
Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Freedom Moral Politics Value
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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Alone Enough Marriage Myself Past Reality Thinking Wrong
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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Escape Life Love Talk Value
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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Death Live Moments Spirit Time
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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Myself Need Silence Soul World
I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Deep Feeling Grief Myself Stay
Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Art Greatness

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