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.
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.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
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.
