Top 500 Iris Murdoch Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “And I was upset to find how really reluctant I was to leave my little flat. It was as if I was almost frightened. Spasms of prophetic homesickness pierced me as I rearranged the china and dusted it with my handkerchief, obsessive visions of burglaries and desecrations.”

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452. “Literature must always represent a battle between real people and images’.”

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453. “And all the time my very soul would travel with her, invisible and crying soundlessly with pain. I had acquired a dimension of suffering which would poison and devour my whole being, as far as I could see, forever.”

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454. “I wanted consolation, I wanted love, I wanted, to save me, some colossal and powerful love such as I had never known before.”

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455. “Misery had certainly given her energy, a sense of identity, a powerful questing will. It was even impressive. His part however was to be lucid and disappointing and cold. The least tenderness or excitement, the least foothold in his heart, and he and she would both be in danger.”

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456. “The lid has come off and whatever was inside it has certainly got out. Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder?”

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457. “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.”

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458. “Anyway, as you say, what the hell. I know, I’ve been to hell, I’ve seen it, I’ve been shown round. I’ll kill myself. You’ll see, you’ll be sorry.”

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459. “Their hands touched, their knees touched. They were both trembling.”

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460. “Clement held her hand for a moment; knowing that after that moment the darkness would begin.”

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461. “You are preserving your dignity by refusing to show your feelings. But there are moments when love ought to be undignified, extravagant, even violent.”

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462. “How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another bears us. I would never persecute my darling with that dread knowledge. From now onward until the world ended everything must remain, although utterly changed, exactly as it was before.”

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463. “There is a pointlessness of summer London more awful than anything which fogs or early afternoon twilights are able to evoke, a summer mood of yawning and glazing eyes and little nightmare-ridden sleeps in bored and desperate rooms. With this ennui, evil comes creeping through the city, the evil of indifference and sleepiness and lack of care. At such a time the long-fought temptation is wearily yielded to, and the long-dreamt-of crime is with shoulder-shrugging casualness committed at last.”

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464. “I did love her in a way, but it was under the sign of doom.”

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465. “We all live in the interstices of each other’s lives, and we would all get a surprise if we could see everything.”

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466. “Filthy lucre! Filthy lucre!” I could hear Sammy saying, with the voice of a man cursing the woman he has ruined.”

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467. “I saw through a black veil of misery and remorse and indecision and fear; and there was a feeling as if I carried a small leaden coffin in the place of my heart.”

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468. “Lucas hated other people, and also hated himself.”

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469. “I’ve thought about nothing else but you.”

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470. “You can’t imagine what it’s like when every moment you’re conscious you’re in the most frightful pain.”

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471. “She thought, this is the end of happiness, darkness begins here.”

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472. “You know when things get inside you and you can’t stop going round and round the same piece of misery.”

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473. “I wanted to drag us all down into some common pool of feeling, I wanted to stop this conventional machine of awful insincere politeness.”

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474. “I am out of the saga, he thought. He had a heavy sense of being left in total isolation; everyone had withdrawn from him and the person who could most have helped him was pre-empted by another.”

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475. “With strong magnetic force the human heart is drawn to consolation; and even grieving becomes consolation in the end.”

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476. “Indeed, now I come to think of it, nearly everything in the world is relevant to my situation.”

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477. “There can scarcely be anything worse than surviving something which shatters your mind and leaves you obsessed with revenge.”

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478. “The whole thing, the way it all happened, was shattering. And what it shattered most of all was some conception I’d had of myself, some wholeness.”

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479. “Tenderness and absolute trust and communication and truth matter more and more as one grows older. Somehow let us not waste love, it is rare. Can we not love each other at last in freedom, without awful possessiveness and violence and fear? Love matters, not ‘in love’. Let there be no more partings now. Let there be peace between us now forever, we are no longer young. Love me, love me enough.”

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480. “I know her by intuition as if she were inside my head.”

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481. “Sometimes I think he will become quite desperate – with the pain of simply being himself – he might do anything.”

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482. “There are false suns, easier to gaze upon and far more comforting than the true one.”

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483. “You can’t kiss me and vanish.”

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484. “He did not consciously wish for death but he grieved at night for some blank thing which he could not even name.”

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485. “I want to have things clear,’ I said. ‘You’re offering me a sinecure.’ ‘I’m not sure what that is,’ said Madge, ‘but I expect it’s that.’ ‘A sinecure is when you get money for doing nothing,’ I said. ‘But isn’t that exactly what you’ve always wanted?’ said Madge.”

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486. “Sentimentally and in the soul it went on for ages, it still goes on, it goes on and on.”

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487. “Oh God, that conversation last night or this morning or whenever that devil-ridden scrap of nightmare had been. How could two rational beings go on and on simply saying the same awful things to each other week after week, month after month?”

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488. “How irrevocably spoilt, down to its minutest detail, his world was now. Even the countryside was spoilt, the animals, the birds, the flowers. There was nowhere to run to.”

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489. “I’ve somehow run myself into hell. There must be many entrances.”

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490. “And could it be true without other awful things being true as well?”

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491. “This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart, was something I had not experienced with any other woman.”

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492. “Everyone here seems to have some weird secret or other.”

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493. “There is a deep foundation of my being which knows not of time and change and is still and ever with Hartley, in that good place where we once were.”

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494. “We take a self-forgetful pleasure in the sheer alien pointless independent existence of animals, birds, stones and trees.”

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495. “True politics is simply the drying of tears and the endless fight for freedom. Without freedom there is no art and no truth. I revere great artists and the men who say no to tyrants.”

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496. “The great evil, the dreadful evil, that which made war and slavery and all man’s inhumanity to man lay in the cool self-justifying ruthless selfishness of quite ordinary people, such as Biranne, and himself.”

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497. “It is evening. The sea is golden, speckled with white points of light, lapping with a sort of mechanical self-satisfaction under a pale green sky. How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life.”

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498. “Everyone says how wonderful it is to be young. I’ve never seen it.”

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499. “Yes, my mother was on about Byron. But who wants to be like Byron? I despise him.”

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

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