Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
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.
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.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
