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.
IRIS MURDOCHGuilt keeps people imprisoned in themselves.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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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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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
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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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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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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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Anything that consoles is fake.
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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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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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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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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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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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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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