That doesn’t sound like you, you ride every wave. There is one that will drown me
IRIS MURDOCHWhat I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.
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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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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.
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Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
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To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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People have disappointed me and deceived me and let me down.
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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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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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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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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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