Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
IRIS MURDOCHThat doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
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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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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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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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.
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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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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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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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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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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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