Elizabeth Bowen, CBE (/ˈboʊən/; 7 June 1899 – 22 February 1973) was an Anglo-Irish novelist and short story writer. Read full biography of Elizabeth Bowen →
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.
The best that an individual can do is to concentrate on what he or she can do, in the course of a burning effort to do it better.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.
Education is not so important as people think.
I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am.
That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.
Elizabeth Bowen, CBE (/ˈboʊən/; 7 June 1899 – 22 February 1973) was an Anglo-Irish novelist and short story writer.