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Iris Murdoch

We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Defend Ourselves World
Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Beyond Greatness Present
Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Difficult Love Oneself Reality
What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Extraordinary Myself Satisfaction
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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Love Right Thinking Yourself
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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Fantasy Greatness Illusion Life Live Reality Wisdom World
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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Black Emotional Lie Strong World
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Philosophy Speed
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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Company Love Passion Yourself
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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Beautiful Break Up Fall Forget Love
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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Myself Need Silence Soul World
So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
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Death Live Moments Spirit Time
Anything that consoles is fake.
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Fake One Liner
I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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Different End Feeling Myself
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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Goodness Magic People Perfection Spiritual World

I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.

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