69 Quotes by Elizabeth Bishop

The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

...what the Man-Moth fears most he must do..

What childishness is it that while there's a breath of lifein our bodies, we are determined to rushto see the sun the other way around?

The tumult in the heartkeeps asking questions.And then it stops and undertakes to answerin the same tone of voice.No one could tell the difference.Uninnocent, these conversations start,and then engage the senses,only half-meaning to.And then there is no choice,and then there is no sense;until a nameand all its connotation are the same.

All the untidy activity continues, awful but cheerful.

One has to commit a painting,' said Degas,'the way one commits a crime.

Love's the sonstood stammering elocutionwhile the poor ship in flames went down

How—I didn't know anyword for it—how "unlikely". . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overheara cry of pain that could havegot loud and worse but hadn't?

...The day was meant for what ineffable creature we must have missed?