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.
IRIS MURDOCHThere is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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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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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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I 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.
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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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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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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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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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