Anything that consoles is fake.
IRIS MURDOCHOur actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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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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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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 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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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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