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.
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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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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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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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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