Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
IRIS MURDOCHFor 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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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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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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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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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