And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

— Elizabeth Wein

But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be flyable, stuck in the climb.

— Elizabeth Wein

But people need lift, too. People don't get moving, they don't soar, they don't achieve great heights, without someone buoying them up.

— Elizabeth Wein

Don't know how I kept going. You just do. You have to, so you do.

— Elizabeth Wein

Driving like a man is one of her few foibles.

— Elizabeth Wein

How does she do it? She makes it sound like she is so cut up to be giving them this information, and it's all just bumph out of her head. She never told them ANYTHING. I don't think she's given them the right name of any airfield in Britain except Main send and Bus cot, which of course were where she was stationed. They could have easily checked. It's all so close to truth, and so glib--her aircraft identification is rather good considering what a fuss she makes about it. It makes me think of the first day I met her, giving those directions in German. So cool and crisp, such authority--suddenly she really was a radio operator, a German radio operator, she was so good at faking it. Or when I told her to be Jamie, how she just suddenly turned into Jamie. This confession of hers is rotten with error...

— Elizabeth Wein

How do you ever hold on to anybody?

— Elizabeth Wein

I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.

— Elizabeth Wein

If you're scared, do something.

— Elizabeth Wein

I ken who you are! You're Stratified's granddaughter. Julie Stuart, is it? Och, aye, Lady Julia! Well then, Lady Julia, tell me -- who don't you deserve a glass of water?

— Elizabeth Wein