Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.
IRIS MURDOCHThis sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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I think being a woman is like being Irish, Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the time.
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The most essential and fundamental aspect of culture is the study of literature, since this is an education in how to picture and understand human situations.
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Reading and writing and the preservation of language and its forms and the kind of eloquence and the kind of beauty which the language is capable of is terribly important to the human beings because this is connected to thought.
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Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Of course this chattering diary is a facade, the literary equivalent of the everyday smiling face which hides the inward ravages of jealousy, remorse, fear and the consciousness of irretrievable moral failure. Yet such pretenses are not only consolations but may even be productive of a little ersatz courage.
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Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.
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