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.
IRIS MURDOCHThose who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats, and if some of these can be inexpensive and quickly procured so much the better.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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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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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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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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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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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