Maxioms by Elizabeth E. Bowen
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it read more
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We have really no absent friends.
