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
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope it is impossible. – Elizabeth Bowen
Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone. – Elizabeth Bowen
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. – Elizabeth Bowen