To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
“People in love, in whom every sense is open, cannot beat off the influence of a place.” — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
But complex people are never certain that they are not crooks, never certain their passports are quite in order, and are, therefore,… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make. — 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
Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Two things are terrible in childhood: helplessness (being in other people's power) and apprehension - the apprehension that something is being concealed… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Solitary and farouche people don't have relationships; they are quite unrelatable. If you and I were capable of being altogether house-trained and… — 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
Grown-up people seem to be busy by clockwork... They run their unswerving course from object to object, directed by some mysterious inner… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
The Irish landowner, partly from laziness but also from an indifferent delicacy, does not interfere in the lives of the people round.… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
It is in this unearthly first hour of spring twilight that earth's almost agonized livingness is most felt. This hour is so… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
A novel which survives, which withstands and outlives time, does do something more than merely survive. It does not stand still. It… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal. — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The… — 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
