Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. – Elizabeth Bowen

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. – Elizabeth Bowen
Experience isnt interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience. – Elizabeth Bowen
Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. – Elizabeth Bowen