The art of losing isnt hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. – Elisabeth Bishop
Should we have stayed at home and thought of here? Where should we be today? Is it right to be watching strangers in a play in this strangest of theatres? – Elisabeth Bishop
What childishness is it that while theres breath of life in our bodies, we are determined to rush to see the sun the other way around? – Elisabeth Bishop
Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart. – Baroness Emmuska Orczy