Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. Ones relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain. – 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
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. – Anne Frank