357 Quotes by Elizabeth Bowen

To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.

Though not all reading children grow up to be writers, I take it that most creative writers must in their day have been reading children.

The child lives in the book; but just as much the book lives in the child.

whenever possible I avoid talking. Reprieve from talking is my idea of a holiday. At risk of seeming unsociable, which I am, I admit I love to be left in a beatific trance, when I am in one. Friendly Romans recognize that wish.

without fiction, either life would be insufficient or the winds from the north would blow too cold.

Curiosity in Rome is a form of courtesy.

life is a succession of readjustments.

nobody ever dies of an indignity.

Convention was our safeguard: could one have stronger?