There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
IRIS MURDOCHEmotions 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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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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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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