Elizabeth Bowen föddes den June 7th1899 och dog den 22 February 1973 - Irish writer
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Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities
That is partly why women marry - to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things
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
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round
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