Elizabeth Kostova
Elizabeth Kostova
Elizabeth Johnson Kostovais an American author best known for her debut novel The Historian...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth26 December 1964
CountryUnited States of America
waiting different today
Today I will go to wait for her again, because I cannot help it, because my whole being seems now to be bound up in the being of one so different from myself and yet so exquisitely familiar that I can scarely understand what has happened.
growing-up voice paper
It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.
lonely romance ruins
In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.
people matter ends
He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.
heart broken
..then you must say to her, ‘Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you...
heart wish tradition
In the end, I always act from the heart, even if I also value reason and tradition. I wish I could explain why, but I don't know.
talking silence moments
There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.
giving-up book smell
And how could anyone consent to give up the smell of open books, old or new?
home joy strange
It was strange, I reflected.. that even in the weirdest circumstances, the most troubling episodes of one's life, the greatest divides from home and familiarity, there were these moments of undeniable joy.
real
Faith is simply whatever is real to us.
understanding preparation belief
I've always been interested in foreign relations. It's my belief that study of history should be our preparation for understanding the present rather than an escape from it.
facts sometimes reaching
As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.
home mind next
It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.