Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
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.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
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.
