704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

It is unjust, it is so unjust, was her thought. I have never been recognized as myself.

Of course you don't know yourself, lucky old you. I just know myself too bloody well.

He is endowed with an Irish flow of words, and when thoroughly drunk is difficult to interrupt.

That's how vile I am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish! I think I hate Ireland more than I hate the theatre, and that's saying something!

This then was love, to look and look until one exists no more, this was the love which was the same as death.

And what an intense heavenly blue the sea is, not a dark blue at all, but like a cauldron of light.

It's much better that I should read the letter. Otherwise I shall be endlessly wondering what was in it.

There is no light where I am. If any comes it is not enlightenment but lightning.

There was a shadowy light, not exactly twilight, but an uncertain vivid yet hazy illumination, wherein people walked like spirits, bathed in light and not revealed.