Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
IRIS MURDOCHWhat an extraordinary satisfaction there is in cleaning things! (Does the satisfaction depend on ownership? I suspect so.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality says Iris Murdoch. But given the state of the world, is it wise?
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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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.
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There is a gulf fixed between those who can sleep and those who cannot. It is one of the greatest divisions of the human race.
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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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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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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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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 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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What I needed with all my starved and silent soul was just that particular way of shouting back at the world.
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