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.
Elizabeth Bowen
Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself - in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience
Elizabeth Bowen
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.
Elizabeth Bowen
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again.
Elizabeth Bowen
The heart may think it knows better: The senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
Elizabeth Bowen
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought
Elizabeth Bowen