The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life’s most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
IRIS MURDOCHHow huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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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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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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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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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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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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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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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