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 MURDOCHBereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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So 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.
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People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
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A bad review is even less important than whether it is raining in Patagonia.
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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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Art and psychoanalisis give shape and meaning to life and that’s why we adore them. However, life as it is lived has no shape nor meaning, and that’s what I am experiencing right now.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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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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One of the secrets of a happy life is continous small treats.
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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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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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Coffee, unless it is very good and made by somebody else, is pretty intolerable at any time.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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