That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
IRIS MURDOCHLet us not waste love, it is rare enough.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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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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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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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But 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.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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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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An experience is richest not talked of.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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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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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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