What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.
IRIS MURDOCHLove doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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Between saying and doing, many a pair of shoes is worn out.
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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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Those who hope, by retiring from the world, to earn a holiday from human frailty, in themselves and others, are usually disappointed.
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Only take someone’s hand in a certain way, even look into their eyes in a certain way, and the world is changed forever.
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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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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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 bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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