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.
IRIS MURDOCHLove is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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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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White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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I’ve been so unhappy for years, so unhappy, I don’t understand how a human being can be so unhappy all the time and still be alive.
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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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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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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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