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.
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.
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.
