Enid Bagnold said this quote

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

~ Enid Bagnold

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

~ Enid Bagnold

Suddenly, as they walked with their buckets, it was not the child in each face that she sought, but the Wonder that had raised itself on to its two feet, that had learnt to walk, to run, that had spoken, that had got in touch with life under her hand.

~ Enid Bagnold

The children seemed to cast their Precursors like shadows about the house, sometimes tangibly, in the sound of a voice, sometimes by suggestion, because it was striking the hour for their return from a walk, sometimes mysteriously, because inside the shell of their mother's head the children were painted like angels on the roof of a chapel.

~ Enid Bagnold