Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
IRIS MURDOCHHow 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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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.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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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.
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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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