Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
IRIS MURDOCHI think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Emotions 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.
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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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