Sex -- the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator. — Enid Bagnold Inequality Copy Share Image
Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell. — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. — Enid Bagnold Baby Copy Share Image
The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread. — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old. — Enid Bagnold Age Copy Share Image
As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's death you get used to. — Enid Bagnold Death Copy Share Image
if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned. — Enid Bagnold Death Copy Share Image
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands. — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“She saw herself alone, alive and doomed, strong and helpless, passing in a line of women, her mother before her, the child… — Enid Bagnold Heart Copy Share Image
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean… — Enid Bagnold Affection Copy Share Image
The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is… — Enid Bagnold Age Copy Share Image
“I know I feel like Gulliver sometimes, weighed down by little men. There are so many people in this house, I'm a… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“In a strange way', she thought, 'these absences suit my nature though not my heart. I love him, I miss him, but… — Enid Bagnold Absences Copy Share Image
“And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly… — Enid Bagnold Adventure Copy Share Image
If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your… — Enid Bagnold Animal Copy Share Image
“But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that… — Enid Bagnold Accusation Copy Share Image
“Who wants to become a writer? And why? ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build… — Enid Bagnold Life Copy Share Image
“There is nothing so difficult to remember as sexual love. How often, where, and what happened? It all goes, it has all… — Enid Bagnold Business Copy Share Image
Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“The children seemed to cast their Precursors like shadows about the house, sometimes tangibly, in the sound of a voice, sometimes by… — Enid Bagnold Children Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, as they walked with their buckets, it was not the child in each face that she sought, but the Wonder that… — Enid Bagnold Children Copy Share Image
“He's old now. He goes about gathering up the women who loved him and getting a kick out of their consternation and… — Enid Bagnold Immortality Copy Share Image
“At midnight when the fire had burnt down, and leaving the door wide open that she might have the lights behind her,… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“You always was a nice chap," said Mrs. Brown. "On'y I'm so buried under me fat I feel half ashamed to tell… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
“While the squire pulled out a flat weed she was beside herself with pity for humanity. This short, this fearful loveliness, in… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean… — Enid Bagnold Affection Copy Share Image
“She watched him, thinking and dreaming, feeling life short, shiveringly short. And the bubble of wind within him forcing its way upwards… — Enid Bagnold Growing stronger Copy Share Image
“She changed her position, contemplated a row od apple shrubs that she had put in last autumn at the bottom of the… — Enid Bagnold Inner life Copy Share Image
“They went together to the pond. The frogs, frozen by the movement, sat still. Fourteen golden eyes like nuggets gleamed unwinking from… — Enid Bagnold Copy Share Image
