There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
IRIS MURDOCHWriting is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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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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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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