White magic is black magic. A less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.
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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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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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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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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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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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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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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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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I don’t think I can marry, I’m not fit for it, I’m not real enough. That’s the trouble. I’m a puppet that’s realised what’s wrong with itself and it’s horrible. I’m propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I’m propped up crying in a corner.
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