Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
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.
