Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
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.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
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
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
