Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Nobody speaks the truth when theres something they must have. – Elizabeth Bowen

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Nobody speaks the truth when theres something they must have. – Elizabeth Bowen
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone. – Elizabeth Bowen
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen