What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
IRIS MURDOCHAn experience is richest not talked of.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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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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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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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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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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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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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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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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How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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