One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
IRIS MURDOCHOf 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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