Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
