Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Happiness
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Arts, Art, Artists
We can only learn to love by loving.
—Iris Murdoch
Anything that consoles is fake.
—Iris Murdoch
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Illusion
He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: People
Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Philosophy, Science, Eating, Philosophers
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Love
Possibly, more people kill themselves and others out of hurt vanity than out of envy, jealousy, malice or desire for revenge.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Vanity
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Passion, Reason
Every man needs two women, a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Lovers, Love
A good man often appears gauche simply because he does not take advantage of the myriad mean little chances of making himself look stylish. Preferring truth to form, he is not constantly at work upon the facade of his appearance.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Appearance
In philosophy if you aren’t moving at a snail’s pace you aren’t moving at all.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Science, Philosophers, Philosophy
Jealousy is the most dreadfully involuntary of all sins.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Jealousy
The priesthood is a marriage. People often start by falling in love, and they go on for years without realizing that love must change into some other love which is so unlike it that it can hardly be recognized as love at all.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Religion, Churches
But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Fantasy
Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Authors & Writing, Writers, Writing
The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Survival
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Grieving, Grief, Bereavement
Human affairs are not serious, but they have to be taken seriously.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Humankind, Humanity
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Relationships
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Love
In almost every marriage there is a selfish and an unselfish partner. A pattern is set up and soon becomes inflexible, of one person always making the demands and one person always giving way.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Marriage
We shall be better prepared for the future if we see how terrible, how doomed the present is.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Present, The Present
No love is entirely without worth, even when the frivolous calls to the frivolous and the base to the base.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Love
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you’re important and nice, but you take second place all the same.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Women
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone’s life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Pride
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Religion
Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Goodness
All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
—Iris Murdoch
Topics: Virtues, Virtue
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