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.
IRIS MURDOCHAnything that consoles is fake.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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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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What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
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The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life’s major mysteries.
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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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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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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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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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We defend ourselves with descriptions and tame the world by generalizing.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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