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?
IRIS MURDOCHLet us not waste love, it is rare enough.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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