704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

You're always wanting to be forgiven. What do you want to be forgiven for?

I must tell her, but later, later, later, when it's all long finished and no longer an agony.

I must have been assuming that without me there it would be all cobwebs and desolation.

So it is that we can be terrors to each other, and people in lonely rooms suffer humiliation and even damage because of others in whose consciousness perhaps they scarcely figure at all.

Mary did not believe in analysing herself, and she had left vague the notion that sometimes came to her that this anxious unfulfilled sort of loving was the only kind of which she was capable.

She shivered in the sunlight as if it were the ray of a malignant star.

Willy seemed like an inhabitant of some other dimension who could only tenuously communicate with the ordinary world. This would have troubled her less if she had not imagined his other dimension as a place of horror.

In the clairvoyance of this despair he had seen how much his folly had already damaged both of them.

He had ceased to be interested in anyone but himself.