Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
IRIS MURDOCHBetween saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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