I’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 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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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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We need a moral philosophy which can speak significantly of Freud and Marx and out of which aesthetic and political views can be generated. We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now, can once again be made central.
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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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How 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.
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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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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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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.
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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 artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Every persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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