Enid Bagnold Quotes

The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread.

Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.

The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.

Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.

After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

One's palate is reborn every morning!

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.

Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

The dangerous thing about hate is that it seems so reasonable.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) -to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again.

One can lie, but truth is more interesting.

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.

Judges don't age. Time decorates them.

Things come suitable to the time.

From birth to death we are alone.

Before you fall asleep everyday, say something positive to yourself.

One never knows when one is old for certain.

If a dog doesn't put you first where are you both? In what relation? A dog needs God. It lives by your glances, your wishes. It even shares your humor. This happens about the fifth year. If it doesn't happen you are only keeping an animal.

Isn't the fear of pain next brother to pain itself?

if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned.

In marriage there are no manners to keep up, and beneath the wildest accusations no real criticism. Each is familiar with that ancient child in the other who may erupt again. We are not ridiculous to ourselves. We are ageless. That is the luxury of the wedding ring.

An only child is never twelve.

There may be wonder in money, but, dear God, there is money in wonder.

When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.

Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. ... It's the streaming reason for living. To note, to pin down, to build up, to create, to be astonished at nothing, to cherish the oddities, to let nothing go down the drain, to make something, to make a great flower out of life, even if it's a cactus.

You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.

I shall continue to explore-the astonishment of living.

As for death, one gets used to it, even if it is only other people is death you get used to.

I don't like people," said Velvet. "... I only like horses.