Elizabeth Bowen
Elizabeth Bowen
Elizabeth Bowen, CBEwas an Anglo-Irish novelist and short story writer...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 June 1899
CountryIreland
mixtures language statements
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
lying doors locks
Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.
break-up heart adequate
Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.
eye looks faces
She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.
art hurt memorable
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
ties remember tradition
Habit is not mere subjugation, it is a tender tie; when one remembers habit it seems to have been happiness.
bud world spirit
Childish fantasy, like the sheath over the bud, not only protects but curbs the terrible budding spirit, protects not only innocence from the world, but the world from the power of innocence.
running loneliness long
Not only is there no question of solitude, but in the long run we may not choose our company.
depression giants impossible
Each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant; impossible socially, but full scale; and it's the knockings and battering we sometimes hear in each other that keep our banter from utter banality.
truth honesty speak
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
hope expectations desperation
There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.
home emotions-feelings sentiments
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
country silence doe
The silence of a shut park does not sound like the country silence; it is tense and confined.
conflict feels i-can
I can't see or feel the conflict between love and religion. To me, they're the same thing.