Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
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.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
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.
