This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart.
IRIS MURDOCHWriting is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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An experience is richest not talked of.
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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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We can only learn to love by loving.
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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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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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Emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. This is why all the world is a stage.
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare’s, the Cornish sea.
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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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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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Only the very greatest art invigorates without consoling.
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Guilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
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How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.
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