This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
IRIS MURDOCHI feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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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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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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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 half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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