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. Elizabeth Bibesco certaintydaydescend share on social
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. Elizabeth Bibesco beautifulbeautyearly Change image and share on social
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. Elizabeth Bibesco alivedieflower share on social
It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room. Elizabeth Bibesco doorenterman Change image and share on social
Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting. Elizabeth Bibesco blessforgetgive 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
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
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
There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one. Elizabeth Bibesco balloonfeelfrench Change image and share on social