704 Quotes About Iris-murdoch

No! I can't leave him, I'm bound to him, I'm made of him, I am him!

Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.

But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.

Happiness. What's that? I don't know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?

The dread enactment of the dream had turned into a waking horror.

. . . it's a centuries-old look, there's something suspicious in it, intense, withdrawn, even frightened.

. . . the huge machine of her misery.

Yes, I've endured so much, and you seem to think this means I will endure anything. It does not.

I can't believe in your other attachment.