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“Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.” Iris Murdoch "
a-quiet-green-agreement: “I feel so strange, as if I were living in a myth—“ “Myths are dangerous places.” – Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight
maxfitsocal:One of the secrets of a happy life is continuous small treats. ~Iris Murdoch
finita–la–commedia: “I adore the texture of your mind” — Iris Murdoch (1919-1999) in a letter to Brigid Brophy (1960)
the-night-picture-collector: “Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.” Iris Murdoch, Existentialists and Mystics Writings on Philosophy and Literature
aseaofquotes: Iris Murdoch, Under the Net
violentwavesofemotion: “You could have had me forever if you had wanted me,” — Iris Murdoch, from “Under The Net,” published c. September 1954
monochrome-morphine: “We console ourselves with fantasies of bouncing back but we must hold on to what has really happened and not cover it with imagining how we are to unhappen it. Void makes loss a reality.” — Iris Murdoch, Metaphysics as a Guide
amandaonwriting: Writing Quote – Iris Murdoch
dostevsky: “The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.” — Iris Murdoch, from “Under The Net,” published c. September 1954
lookforalice: “So art becomes not communication but mystification.” ― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince
violentwavesofemotion: “Something of me is stored up with you in a way that I can never regret.” — Iris Murdoch, from a letter to David Hicks written c. May 1952
saltwaterhoney: “I feel moody today. I wish you were here. You are my ill and its cure.” — Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Wallace Robson written c. December 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)
violentwavesofemotion: “There was for me a sort of absolute purity and intensity about the way I loved you which made it impossible for that love to alter,” — Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Michael Oakeshott written c. November 1958
derangedrhythms: …that absolute and holy yearning of one human body and soul for another.Iris Murdoch, from ‘The Sea, the Sea’
