Zitat des Tages von Elizabeth Bibesco:
To others we are not ourselves but performers in their lives cast for a part we do not even know we are playing.
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.
Seeing through is rarely seeing into.
All my life, I have loved balloons - all balloons - the heavy English sort, immense and round, that have to be pushed about, and the gay, light, gas-filled French ones that soar into the air the moment you let go of them.
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.
The half-hour of crowded anticipation, how fully it pays for the sterile hour that follows!
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.
Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.
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.
Irony is the hygiene of the mind.
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.
It is better not to sit on the grass after thirty when sprawling at all is difficult, let alone sprawling gracefully.