Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
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.
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.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
Language is a mixture of statement and evocation.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
No object is mysterious. The mystery is in your eye.
