Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
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 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.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
