Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
IRIS MURDOCHI’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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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For most of us, for almost all of us, truth can be attained, if at all, only in silence. It is in silence that the human spirit touches the divine.
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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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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.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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But one must do something about the past. It doesn’t just cease to be. It goes on existing and affecting the present, and in new and different ways, as if in some other dimension it too were growing.
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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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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