Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
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.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
