Elizabeth Bowen ( 10 of 15 )
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.
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.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.
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.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem
Intimacies between women often go backwards, beginning in revelations and ending in small talk without loss of esteem
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
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.
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.