704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

Ordinary consciousness simply becomes pain.

You can't go through the looking-glass without cutting yourself.

. . . darkness was staining all the intricate channels of what had once seemed so perfect.

Only the house was still desolate and the day had a livid ruined atmosphere, time had been damaged in some deep way, like on a day of bereavement or frightful national disaster.

I feel I'm living on pain, riding on it, like a sea.

In a way it does not matter where I am. In another way where I am is fated.

He felt indestructible because destroyed.

He had lived throughout upon magic, upon romantic love in its fullest sense, and this magic, now that she was gone, seemed sometimes likely to kill him.

It was all very simple. I just loved her. I couldn't stop. I haven't stopped. Oh God.