All your youth you want to have your greatness taken for granted; when you find it taken for granted, you are unnerved. – Elizabeth Bowen
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. – Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. – Elizabeth Bowen
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart. – Elizabeth Bowen