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.
IRIS MURDOCHBut 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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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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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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