To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Sport and death are the two great socializing factors in Ireland ... — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
the slight sense of degeneracy induced by reading novels before luncheon — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Sacrificers are not the ones to pity. The ones to pity are those they sacrifice. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Characters are not created by writers. They pre-exist and have to be found. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Proust has pointed out that the predisposition to love creates its own objects; is this not also true of fear? — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
What is being said is the effect of something that has happened; at the same time, what is being said is in… — 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 Image
“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 Image
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
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 Image
without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
