One never knows when one is old for certain. Enid Bagnold More Quotes by Enid Bagnold More Quotes From Enid Bagnold After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands. Enid Bagnold marriage hands years 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. Enid Bagnold god dog animal if death becomes cheap it is the watcher, not the dying, who is poisoned. Enid Bagnold dying war death There may be wonder in money, but, dear God, there is money in wonder. Enid Bagnold dear-god money may Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!' Enid Bagnold morning bird night Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery! Enid Bagnold pity terrible discovery From birth to death we are alone. Enid Bagnold birth Sex -- the great inequality, the great miscalculator, the great Irritator. Enid Bagnold inequality sex You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old. Enid Bagnold old-fashioned one-day age 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. Enid Bagnold flirty flirting people The Press blew, the public stared, hands flew out like a million little fishes after bread. Enid Bagnold bread littles hands Things come suitable to the time. Enid Bagnold suitable timing 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. Enid Bagnold wedding marriage inspirational Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell. Enid Bagnold hell marriage wonderful Who wants to become a writer? And why? Because it's the answer to everything. To Why am I here? To uselessness. 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. Enid Bagnold As for death one gets used to it, even if it's only other people's death you get used to. Enid Bagnold
