This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
IRIS MURDOCHI feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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.
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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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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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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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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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