Author of quotes: Elizabeth Bowen. Page 5

The bronze January cold bound both the earth and the sky; the sun could not reach the sky - but on the swans, on the edge of the ice, in the rows of faded, gloomy houses of the Regency era, there was an unusual reflection, as if the cold itself were light. There is always something majestic about the coldest time of winter.

- You broke up with him. Once and for all, Sami said. Besides, it was a mistake. What both of you bringing up the past when it died seventeen years ago?
Because it was a mistake. Most of all it kills me to correct my action. Because my husband was always a jerk, but so what: so we smiled at each other, clinging to something that is not necessary neither me, nor him.

Pity not deserve those sacrifices and those who sacrificed.

The lack of bans people. Absent friends does not happen.

Fate does not soar as the eagle, and scuttling around like a rat.

Jealousy is the feeling of loneliness among smiling enemies.