Elizabeth Bowen Quotes

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.

We are minor in everything but our passions.

After inside upheavals, it is important to fix on imperturbable things. Their imperturbableness, their air that nothing has happened renews our guarantee.

No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eyes.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet – when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

Art is the only thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.