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.
IRIS MURDOCH- There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
IRIS MURDOCHPeople 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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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.
IRIS MURDOCHEvery 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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
IRIS MURDOCHOf course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
IRIS MURDOCHI feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
IRIS MURDOCHGuilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHAs 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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Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
IRIS MURDOCHOnly take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHStarting 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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
IRIS MURDOCHHer eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHWhat 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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Jealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
IRIS MURDOCHThere is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
IRIS MURDOCHLet us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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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.
IRIS MURDOCHOne 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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
IRIS MURDOCHLove is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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