Elizabeth Bibesco
Elizabeth Bibesco
Elizabeth, Princess Bibescowas an English writer and socialite. She was the daughter of a British Prime Minister and the wife of a Romanian aristocrat. Active as a writer between 1921 and 1940, she drew on her experience in British high society in her work. A final posthumous collection of her stories, poems and aphorisms was published under the title Haven in 1951, with a preface by Elizabeth Bowen...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 February 1897
blessed
Blessed are those who can give without remembering and take without forgetting.
descends fine hold impossible knowing morning peace perfect wake
To some people, the impossible is impossible. One fine day, they wake up in the morning knowing that they will never hold the moon in their hands, and with the certainty, perfect peace descends on them.
condition health high itself physical
There is nothing in the world like health. Live cleanly, and the high thinking will look after itself - or at least won't matter. Physical condition - there's nothing like it.
belonging charm gnawing horrible life matters neither nor possible though
The only thing that matters is to have charm and expression. Then comes that horrible gnawing doubt of our own magnetism. Is it possible that, though we are not lovely, we are not irresistible either? That we will have to go through life belonging neither to the triumphantly beautiful nor to the triumphantly ugly?
felt hearts interest misery poignant unison whose
Only the artists interest me whose hearts beat in unison with the poignant misery of the world. If you have not felt that, you have not lived. Pity is essential.
fill love magic white
Isn't that what love means, to fill ordinary, commonplace, conventional things with magic and significance, not to need the moon and white scent-heavy flowers at night?
beauty early george life moment neither nor realise recognise sands
I do not know at what moment in life, if ever, we realise that we are neither George Sands nor Juliets. Of course, if we are not beautiful, we recognise early that beauty is nothing.
creation easy happiness sets
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
life people pour sooner system trouble
Why don't people take the trouble to let you know that they are alive? It is so much more important. The whole system is wrong. No sooner do I die, than all the flowers I have ever longed for in life pour in.
future imaginings pockets possess spaces
What you possess is not what you jingle in the pockets of your memory, but the imaginings with which you fill the spaces of the future.
time yearns
What is it one yearns for? It is to be able to do a thing for the first time again. And that is impossible.
happiness marriage uncertain
What an uncertain thing, marriage - what an elusive thing, happiness!
crowded fully hour pays sterile
The half-hour of crowded anticipation, how fully it pays for the sterile hour that follows!
hardly select
Passion is no respecter of persons. She hardly seems to select her victims.