Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities. – Elizabeth Bowen
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities. – Elizabeth Bowen
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home. – Elizabeth Bowen