Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
IRIS MURDOCHThis sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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Every persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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One 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.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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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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