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
For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal. – Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. – Elizabeth Bowen
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