“Oh if only I could take my mother away and never know of these things again. But it was impossible, the machine… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“She had inhibited her sympathy, one genuine sympathetic impulse would have ruined her.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“If at that moment Clement had caught sight of the dog and had managed to capture him, the fates of a number… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“What was to change many lives happened, and happened very fast in the next moments.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“It had occurred, it had happened , and could never in his life be unhappened, never removed, a huge deadly black scar… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“There were good times or goodish times, only the bad times were so—crucial.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“He said, 'Forgive me for being a liar and a fool and an utterly worthless man.' Louise replied, 'I love you.' He… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“As I lay there, listening to the soft slap of the sea, and thinking these sad and strange thoughts, more and more… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Only sometimes at night when I think that you live now and are somewhere, I shed tears.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious to my surroundings, brooding perhaps on… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“He . . . felt as if, wanting to be needed by everyone, he were merely becoming some sort of semi-invisible messenger.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.” — iris murdoch Copy Share Image
“It is necessary at this point to recount what actually occurred, as opposed to what was generally supposed to have occurred, on… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Cambridge by moonlight was light blue and brownish black. There was no mist here and a great vault of clear stars hung… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“But now, when things had happened which were too appalling to think about, when his romantic love was a corpse and his… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“I think being a woman is like being Irish... Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the time.” — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
I have used the word "attention," which I borrow from Simone Weil, to express the idea of a just and loving gaze directed upon… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
Art and morality are, with certain provisos…one. Their essence is the same. The essence of both of them is love. Love is the perception… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
being homosexual doesn't determine a man's whole character any more than being heterosexual does. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
All artists dream of a silence which they must enter, as some creatures return to the sea to spawn. — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
“Oh if only I could take my mother away and never know of these things again. But it was impossible, the machine would go… — Iris Murdoch Copy Share Image
