To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
IRIS MURDOCHEmotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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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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Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
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I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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Our 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.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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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 substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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