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.
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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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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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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