704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

He had always thought of himself as a muddler, a sufferer, a victim.

I was born to be nothing and to have nothing.

But suicides are mysterious, and one must respect their mystery.

One can't stop people from killing themselves if they're determined to. It may even be wrong to do so.

But now more often the old stale hopeless weariness overcame him: the black sickness which almost no one else, certainly not his nearest dearest friends, could understand at all. The idea of giving up the world, which had given him for a time so much life-energy, appeared now as a sort of fake suicide, a ghastly play-image of his death. This fatal falseness-of-heart was what perhaps Father Damien, on further acquaintance, had now seen in him.

She was her death now, that death which she had so much striven to emulate in life, which she had studied and practised and loved. She had succeeded, and death and she had converged into a single point. Who knew if that was victory or defeat? His last vision was of the white veil that hid her now. After all, and at last, she had become utterly private.

Do you think it's ever safe to say one's happy?

She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.

I am not a very nice character. You must get to know me some time.