Time, like the sea, unties all knots.
IRIS MURDOCHFalling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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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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Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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However life, unlike art, has an irritating way of bumping and limping on, undoing conversions, casting doubt on solutions, and generally illustrating the impossibility of living happily or virtuously ever after.
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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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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.
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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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