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Elizabeth Bibesco
British
February 26, 1897
Poet
Seeing through is rarely seeing into.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Through
Seeing
Rarely
We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Hope
Often
Call
Passion is no respecter of persons. She hardly seems to select her victims.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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She
Her
Seems
There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Pet
You
About
Oh, youth is a wicked, cruel thing - eating miracles with its breakfast and not knowing they are not porridge.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Thing
Oh
Knowing
To others we are not ourselves but performers in their lives cast for a part we do not even know we are playing.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Know
Even
Part
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
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Love
Things
Need
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.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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Health
Like
Will
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.
Elizabeth Bibesco
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You
Me
World
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
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Beauty
Life
Know
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
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Life
Our
Will
