The Last September Quotes

“She thought she need not worry about her youth; it wasted itself spontaneously, like sunshine elsewhere or firelight in an empty room.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“Livvy noted there seemed some communal feeling between the married: any wife could be faintly rude to anyone else's husband.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“And because no one answered or cared and a conversation went on without her she felt profoundly lonely, suspecting once more for herself a particular doom of exclusion. Something of the trees in their intimacy of shadow was shared by the husband and wife and their host in the tree-shadowed room. She thought of love with its gift of importance. "I must break in on all this," she thought as she looked around the room.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“A smell of sandalwood boxes, a kind of glaze on the air from all the chintzes numbed his earthy vitality, he became all ribs and uniform.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“There must be perfect towns where shadows were strong like buildings, towns secret without coldness, unaware without indifference.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“If they should only be ill,' she said, 'there would be so many little things we could do for them. It does seem in a kind of a way an opportunity. I often think it is only when a man is ill that he understands what a woman means in his life.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“Here was something else that she could not share. She could not conceive of her country emotionally: it was a way of living, and abstract of several landscapes, or an oblique frayed island, moored at the north but with an air of being detached and washed out west from the British coast.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, Der letzte September

“All the way up the house the windows were open; light came diagonally from window to window through corner rooms. Two storeys up, she could have heard a curtain rustle, but the mansion piled itself up in silence over the Montmorencys' voices.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“What is it exactly,” she asked, “that they mean by freedom? What does it affect? What is it besides an excuse for war?”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“She had this one limitation, his darling Lois; she couldn’t look on her own eyes, had no idea what she was, resented almost his attention being so constantly fixed on something she wasn’t aware of.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September

“made articulate seemed to”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The Last September