We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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 from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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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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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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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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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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