Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. – Elizabeth Bowen

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. – Elizabeth Bowen
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone. – Elizabeth Bowen
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