Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
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.
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.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
Mechanical difficulties with language are the outcome of internal difficulties with thought.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
