Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
IRIS MURDOCHOne of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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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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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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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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