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.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
