I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
IRIS MURDOCHYouth is a marvelous garment.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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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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I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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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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