Iris Murdoch

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We must live by the light of our own self-satisfaction, through that secret vital busy inwardness which is even more remarkable than our reason.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Light
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Mathematics is good for the soul, getting things right enlivens a sense of truth, efforts to understand automatically purify desires.
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Collection: Effort
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The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.
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Collection: Children
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Real misery cuts off all paths to itself.
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Collection: Real
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In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.
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Collection: Communication
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... half the world starves. What a planet. And the eating, if you're lucky enough to do any. Stuffing pieces of dead animals into a hole in your face. Then munch, munch, munch. If there's anybody watching, they must be dying of laughter.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Laughter
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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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Collection: Song
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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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Collection: Country
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The talk of lovers who have just declared their love is one of life's most sweet delights. Each vies with the other in humility, in amazement at being so valued. The past is searched for the first signs and each one is in haste to declare all that he is so that no part of his being escapes the hallowing touch.
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Collection: Sweet
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Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.
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Collection: Hurt
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So we live; a spirit that broods and hovers over the continual death of time, the lost meaning, the unrecaptured moment, the unremembered face, until the final chop that ends all our moments and plunges that spirit back into the void from which it came.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Finals
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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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Collection: Personality
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The most interesting things are always happening behind one.
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Collection: Interesting
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There is a spider called Amaurobius, which lives in a burrow and has its young in the late summer, and then it dies when the frosts begin, and the young spiders live through the cold by eating their mother's dead body. One can't believe that's an accident. I don't know that I imagined God as having thought it all out, but somehow He was connected with the pattern, He was the pattern.
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Collection: Summer
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The human soul is not framed for continued proximity, and the result of this enforced neighbourhood is often an appalling loneliness for which the rules of the game forbid assuagement.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Loneliness
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I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Hate
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Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!
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Collection: Sadness
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom
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Collection: Names
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There is nothing like early promiscuous sex for dispelling life's bright mysterious expectations.
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Collection: Sex
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Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
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Collection: Jealousy
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There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.
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Collection: Solitude
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A long marriage is very unifying, even if it's not ideal, and those old structures must be respected.
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Collection: Long
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Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
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Collection: Sleep
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to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.
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Collection: Understood
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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.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Magic
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Actors are cave dwellers in a rich darkness which they love and hate.
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Collection: Hate
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They are universal places, like churches, hallowed meeting places of all mankind.
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Collection: Church
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To be a complete victim may be another source of power.
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Collection: Power
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until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.
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Collection: London
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Food is a profound subject and one, incidentally, about which no writer lies.
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Collection: Lying
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That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!
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Collection: Wish
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Collection: Half
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Art is not cozy and it is not mocked. Art tells the only truth that ultimately matters. It is the light by which human things can be mended. And after art there is, let me assure you all, nothing.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Art
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for most of us the space between 'dreaming on things to come' and 'it is too late, it is all over' is too tiny to enter.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Dream
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Time can divorce us from the reality of people, it can separate us from people and turn them into ghosts. Or rather it is we who turn them into ghosts or demons. Some kinds of fruitless preoccupations with the past can create such simulacra, and they can exercise power, like those heroes at Troy fighting for a phantom Helen.
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Collection: Hero
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We need a moral philosophy in which the concept of love, so rarely mentioned now by philosophers, can once again be made central.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Love
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Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
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Collection: Reading
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It is difficult in life to be good, and difficult in art to portray goodness. Perhaps we don't know much about goodness.
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Collection: Art
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evil soon makes tools out of those who don't hate it.
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Collection: Hate
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Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.
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Collection: Next
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Being in love is an exhausting business.
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Collection: Being In Love
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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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Collection: Voice
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Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.
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Collection: Love
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youth is a marvelous garment
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Collection: Youth
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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.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Philosophy
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Learning philosophy is learning a particular kind of intuitive understanding.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Philosophy
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The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.
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Collection: Communicate
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I think the novel is essentially a comic form (tragedy is for the theatre), not meaning by that full of jokes, but that it is about the absurd detail of human life, the way in which one cannot fully understand what is happening. Life is muddle and jumble and ends inconclusively, and when this is presented with great comic art the sorrows of human life can be truthfully conveyed; one is moved by the spectacle, and feels that something truthful has been told in a magic way.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Art
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The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
- Iris Murdoch
Collection: Writing