Zitate und Sprüche von Elizabeth Bowen

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.