Maxioms by Elizabeth Bowen
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
Nobody speaks the truth when there's something they must have.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
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.
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.
