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.
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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In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
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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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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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Love is the Extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
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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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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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I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.
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I just enjoy translating, it’s like opening one’s mouth and hearing someone else’s voice emerge.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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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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Freedom may be a value in politics, but it is not a value in morals.
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