What is it one yearns for? It is to be able to do a thing for the first time again. And that is impossible. – Elizabeth Bibesco
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
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
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
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
Oh, youth is a wicked, cruel thing – eating miracles with its breakfast and not knowing they are not porridge. – Elizabeth Bibesco
The half-hour of crowded anticipation, how fully it pays for the sterile hour that follows! – Elizabeth Bibesco
A man who is available for lunch, has no wife, is interested in everything, and talks well is socially invaluable. – Elizabeth Bibesco
It is better not to sit on the grass after thirty when sprawling at all is difficult, let alone sprawling gracefully. – Elizabeth Bibesco
There is something very independent about French balloons – you feel you couldn’t make a pet of one. – Elizabeth Bibesco
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
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
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
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
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
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
Can one end anything? A chapter, a paragraph, a sentence even? Doesn’t everything one has ever done go on living in spite of subsequent events? – Elizabeth Bibesco
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
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting. – Elizabeth Bibesco
