Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
IRIS MURDOCHReading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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People 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.
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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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