704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

Perhaps this 'dead' feeling was also brought on by an intensification of her old secret sorrow. Perhaps one day this sorrow might end. But she did not think it would end or see how it could end.

Those were the tortures of the night. The tortures of the day consisted in pretending to eat, pretending to play, pretending to be happy, passing the hours, enduring the sympathetic looks and the loving remarks.

And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person.

. . . enjoying literature as those alone enjoy it who have little else to enjoy.

Tell her I was young once and star-brightWho am now invisible . . .

Everyone says how wonderful it is to be young. I've never seen it.

Or was some act of revenge still pending, some thunderbolt long cherished and prepared?

But her heart was hurting her with its violence.

He is crammed full of rage and hate and desire for revenge.