People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
IRIS MURDOCHPeople from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
IRIS MURDOCHAnything that consoles is fake.
IRIS MURDOCHOf course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
IRIS MURDOCHWhat I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
IRIS MURDOCHLove is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
IRIS MURDOCHViolence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
IRIS MURDOCHStarting 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.
IRIS MURDOCHThis sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
IRIS MURDOCHBut 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.
IRIS MURDOCHThe absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
IRIS MURDOCHTime, like the sea, unties all knots.
IRIS MURDOCHI’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
IRIS MURDOCHI 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.
IRIS MURDOCHWe defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
IRIS MURDOCHHow 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.
IRIS MURDOCHIn philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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