Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
IRIS MURDOCHHegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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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 just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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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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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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Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
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