This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
IRIS MURDOCHPeople 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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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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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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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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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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