Elizabeth Bowen CBE (; 7 June 1899 – 22 February 1973) was an Irish-British novelist and short story writer notable for her books about the "big house" of Irish landed Protestants as well as her fiction about life in wartime London.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.