Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. – Elizabeth Bowen

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. – Elizabeth Bowen
There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone. – Elizabeth Bowen
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. – Elizabeth Bowen