Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.
Elizabeth BowenShe walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.
Elizabeth BowenFor people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.
Elizabeth BowenLove of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.
Elizabeth Bowen