Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
IRIS MURDOCHSo we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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 just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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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.
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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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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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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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What an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
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Youth is a marvelous garment.
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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 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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