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.
IRIS MURDOCHOne should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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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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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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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.
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Perhaps there was an intimacy which did not need words.
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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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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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