Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. – Elizabeth Bowen
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. – Elizabeth Bowen
Experience isnt interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience. – Elizabeth Bowen
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day. – Elizabeth Bowen