1,162 Quotes by Iris Murdoch

The unspoken words trembled in the air.

He was attentive but impersonal, and esteemed rather than loved.

So, in a curious lurid calm which could not last and yet, it seemed, could not end, the days went by.

Your best friends are in trouble and you say 'of course' and forget them instantly.

She thought, I am becoming a recluse. Yes, that's it, that is the way.

Oh, all right, perhaps it wasn't all your fault, I was just doomed from the start.

At the very thought he felt a tendency to tremble.

But he was surrendered, they had surrendered him, into the power of death.

She had loved him, she thought now, because, just at that time, she had had to have something else, someone else, to love, a private place for wounded love to go. But that had been, as she had then suspected and now knew, a device, a dream.