Top 500 Iris Murdoch Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “As soon as any idea is a consolation the tendency to falsify it becomes strong: hence the traditional problem of preventing the idea of God from degenerating in the believer’s mind.”

— Iris Murdoch

252. “What is more tormenting than a meeting after a long time, when all the words fall to the ground like dead things, and the spirit that should animate them floats disembodied in the air? We both felt its presence.”

— Iris Murdoch

253. “All dreams are sinister.”

— Iris Murdoch

254. “How easily one is hurt. Or is it only I who am so stupidly vulnerable.”

— Iris Murdoch

255. “Now she did not even wish to try, for fear of rousing up something terrible.”

— Iris Murdoch

256. “Now, when she felt so deeply connected to him, they were finally estranged.”

— Iris Murdoch

257. “The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.”

— Iris Murdoch

258. “Or was some act of revenge still pending, some thunderbolt long cherished and prepared?”

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259. “Philosophy! Empty thinking by ignorant conceited men who think they can digest without eating!”

— Iris Murdoch

260. “I know people can be awful dooms for each other.”

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261. “You can’t magic yourself out of the situation, you’ve got to live it as decently and as grimly as you can.”

— Iris Murdoch

262. “And suffering we know breeds images, it breeds the most beautiful images of all.”

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263. “I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.”

— Iris Murdoch

264. “I had better spend the day quietly, sleep in the afternoon perhaps, and then start again hunting for Hugo. I would have much preferred to look for Anna. But I had no idea now where to start looking. Also I wanted to lay quickly to rest the terrible suspicion that where I found Hugo now I would also find Anna. This idea didn’t bear thinking about and so I didn’t think about it.”

— Iris Murdoch

265. “In a happy marriage there is a continuous dense magnetic sense of communication.”

— Iris Murdoch

266. “Another person’s illness is often harder to bear than one’s own.”

— Iris Murdoch

267. “She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.”

— Iris Murdoch

268. “I believe that unfulfilled frustrated people probably spend a lot of their lives in pure fantasy-dreaming. This can I am sure be a great source of consolation though not always harmless.”

— Iris Murdoch

269. “I must admit that I am in a state of utter wretchedness and have been for a long time. I didn’t know that such extreme unhappiness could continue for so long.”

— Iris Murdoch

270. “She tasted for the first time honey-sweet and dangerous happiness: dangerous because, as she before long began to learn, precarious.”

— Iris Murdoch

271. “Only the deeper parts of the mind have so little sense of time.”

— Iris Murdoch

272. “What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?”

— Iris Murdoch

273. “Everything in his life now seemed to signal: too late.”

— Iris Murdoch

274. “The whole extraordinary business was over. And I was back where I belonged, where my childhood had condemned me to be, alone, out in the cold without a coat.”

— Iris Murdoch

275. “Marriage isn’t a tram. It doesn’t have to get anywhere.”

— Iris Murdoch

276. “Love generates, or rather reveals, something which may be called absolute charm. In the beloved nothing is gauche. Every move of the head, every tone of the voice, every laugh or grunt or cough or twitch of the nose is as valuable and revealing as a glimpse of paradise.”

— Iris Murdoch

277. “I’m not like other people, my life just doesn’t work, it never has.”

— Iris Murdoch

278. “To overthrow a tyrant, whether in public or in private, one must learn to hate.”

— Iris Murdoch

279. “This is an age of demons and amoral angels and all sorts of deep fears, like the first centuries of the Christian era, it’s an age of extreme solutions.”

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280. “Eccentrics with unseeing eyes glided through, savouring amid so much society their own particular loneliness and private sins and sorrows.”

— Iris Murdoch

281. “Happiness. What’s that? I don’t know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?”

— Iris Murdoch

282. “I don’t like you, I love you. You’re a portent for me, a sign. I’ve always lived by signs.”

— Iris Murdoch

283. “If there is any fruitless mental torment which is greater than that of jealousy it is perhaps remorse. Even the pains of loss may be less searching; and often of course these agonies combine, as now they did for me. I say remorse not repentance. I doubt if I have ever experienced repentance in a pure form; perhaps it does not exist in a pure form. Remorse contains guilt, but helpless hopeless guilt which knows of no cure for the painful bite.”

— Iris Murdoch

284. “You’re as wonderful as I expected, and I worship you for it.”

— Iris Murdoch

285. “No good would come of all these fine intentions.”

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286. “We are all potentially demons to each other, but some close relationships are saved from this fate.”

— Iris Murdoch

287. “You don’t know what it is to want a man, any man. I wish I could discover some respectable male prostitutes, like civil servants or university dons who do it in their spare time for a bit of pocket money, there must be such people.”

— Iris Murdoch

288. “You seem to think the past is unreal, a pit full of ghosts. But to me the past is in some ways the most real thing of all, and loyalty to it the most important thing of all.”

— Iris Murdoch

289. “As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?”

— Iris Murdoch

290. “The presence of the loved one is perhaps always accompanied by anxiety. Mortals must tremble, where angels might enjoy. But this one grain of darkness cannot be accounted a blemish. It graces the present moment with a kind of violence which makes an ecstasy of time.”

— Iris Murdoch

291. “Maybe there are times when one should welcome defeat, tell it to come right in and sit down.”

— Iris Murdoch

292. “But jealousy is a dreadful thing, Jessica. It is the most natural to us of the really wicked passions and it goes deep and envenoms the soul. It must be resisted with every honest cunning and with the deliberate thinking of generous thoughts, however abstract and empty these may seem in comparison with that wicked strength... There is no merit, Jessica, in a faithfulness which is poison to you and captivity to him.”

— Iris Murdoch

293. “He was glad she had come; she was for him, as he for her, ‘another place’.”

— Iris Murdoch

294. “I’m not young. I’ve never had any youth.”

— Iris Murdoch

295. “How sad for those who cannot enjoy what are after all prime pleasures of daily life, and perhaps for some the only ones, eating and drinking.”

— Iris Murdoch

296. “Those who cry out the truth to an indifferent world too often weary, fall silent or come to doubt their own wit.”

— Iris Murdoch

297. “A few people paused to look at him, but Londoners were by now so accustomed to ‘weirdies’ of all kinds that his ritual aroused little interest.”

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298. “But to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.”

— Iris Murdoch

299. “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!”

— Iris Murdoch

300. “An experience is richest not talked of.”

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