Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
IRIS MURDOCHJealousy is perhaps the most involuntary of all strong emotions. It steals consciousness, it lies deeper than thought. It is always there, like a blackness in the eye, it discolours the world.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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 feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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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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Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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.
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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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I’ve felt as if I didn’t exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can’t imagine how much alone I’ve been all my life.
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