Youth is a marvelous garment.
IRIS MURDOCHOne 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.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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Every persisting marriage is based on fear’, said Peregrine. ‘Fear is fundamental, you dig down in human nature and what’s at the bottom? Mean spiteful cruel self-regarding fear, whether it makes you to put the foot in it or whether it makes you to cower.
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
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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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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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