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
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust. – Elizabeth Bowen
Experience isnt interesting until it begins to repeat itself. In fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience. – Elizabeth Bowen