Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
IRIS MURDOCHBereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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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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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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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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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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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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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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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