Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out. – Elizabeth Bowen
Good-byes breed a sort of distaste for whomever you say good-bye to; this hurts, you feel, this must not happen again. – Elizabeth Bowen