Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
IRIS MURDOCHA bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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Anything that consoles is fake.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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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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I have nobody in the world. I’ll kill myself. That’s best. Everyone will say, It’s for the best that she killed herself, she’s better off dead. I hate myself so much I could spend hours and hours just screaming with hatred and with the pain of it, oh the pain of it.
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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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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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