Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
IRIS MURDOCHTime, like the sea, unties all knots.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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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Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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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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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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.
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