Wariness had driven away poetry; from hesitating to feel came the moment when you no longer could. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
I can't see or feel the conflict between love and religion. To me, they're the same thing. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
On the subject of dress almost no one, for one or another reason, feels truly indifferent: if their own clothes do not… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Also, perhaps children are sterner than grown-up people in their refusal to suffer, in their refusal, even, to feel at all. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
we can surmount the anger we feel. To find oneself like a young tree inside a tomb is to discover the power… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
With three or more people there is something bold in the air: direct things get said which would frighten two people alone… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
With no banal reassuring grown-ups present, with grown-up intervention taken away, there is no limit to the terror strange children feel of… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
What is a novel? I say: an invented story. At the same time a story which, though invented has the power to… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Dress has never been at all a straightforward business: so much subterranean interest and complex feeling attaches to it. As a topic… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Temperamentally, the writer exists on happenings, on contacts, conflicts, action and reaction, speed, pressure, tension. Were he acontemplative purely, he would not write. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
“Are you really an orphan? Yes, I am, said Portia a shade shortly. Are you? No, not at present, but I suppose it's a… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies the junk-yard… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
One's sentiments -- call them that -- one's fidelities are so instinctive that one hardly knows they exist: only when they are betrayed or,… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
“First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences,… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
“But Miss Pym gave an impression, somehow, of having been attacked from within .” — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
rudeness to Mrs. Dosely was like dropping a pat of butter on to a hot plate - it slid and melted away. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share
