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? Elizabeth Bibesco beautifulbelongcharm share on social
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? Elizabeth Bibesco commonplaceconventionalfill Change image and share on social
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting. Elizabeth Bibesco admitdangerousdifficult Change image and share on social
The half-hour of crowded anticipation, how fully it pays for the sterile hour that follows! Elizabeth Bibesco anticipationcrowdfully Change image and share on social
Passion is no respecter of persons. She hardly seems to select her victims. Elizabeth Bibesco passionpersonrespecter Change image and share on social
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. Elizabeth Bibesco fillfutureimagining Change image and share on social
What an uncertain thing, marriage - what an elusive thing, happiness! Elizabeth Bibesco elusivehappinessmarriage Change image and share on social
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. Elizabeth Bibesco accidentachievementatmosphere share on social
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. Elizabeth Bibesco airballoonenglish share on social