What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
IRIS MURDOCHBereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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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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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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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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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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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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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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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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