Enid Bagnold Quotes

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

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

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

One's palate is reborn every morning!

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

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

One can lie, but truth is more interesting.

An only child is never twelve.

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

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

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.

Judges don't age. Time decorates them.

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.

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

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

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

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

One never knows when one is old for certain.

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

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

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

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

Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!

Things come suitable to the time.

From birth to death we are alone.

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

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

If I had my life over again[, ] I'd have thought more about words. And thought about them earlier.

Judges don't age time decorates them.

And now, finished with that puzzling mixture of insane intimacy and isolation which is notoriety, Velvet was able to get on quietly to her next adventures.

It was March. The days of March creeping gustily on like something that man couldn't hinder and God wouldn't hurry.