#he

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds. ↗

— Christian Nestell Bovee

#dark #earth #hall #heaven #her

Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism; and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves. ↗

— Christian Nestell Bovee

#another #closely #cure #egotism #excessive

They are the weakest, however strong, who have no faith in themselves or their own powers. ↗

— Christian Nestell Bovee

#however #own #powers #strong #their

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them. ↗

— Christian Nestell Bovee

#ignorance #our #proportion #them #things

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#coming #out #saved #someone #start

If a theme or idea is too near the surface, the novel becomes simply a tract illustrating an idea. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#idea #illustrating #near #novel #simply

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#innocent #lie #meet #round #seldom

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#brain #cruelty #fantasy #heated #private

I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#became #cannot #characters #close #creator

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#colours #degree #happen #happening #nothing