1. 22:13 30th Jul 2010

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    She had those eyes that seemed to be welcome nowhere, that learn shyness from the alarm they precipitate. Such eyes are always turning away or being humbly lowered - they dare come to rest nowhere but on a point in space; their homeless intent makes them appear fanatical. They may move, they may affront, but they cannot communicate. You most often meet or, rather, avoid meeting such eyes in a child’s face - what becomes of the child later you do not know.
    — elizabeth bowen, the death of the heart (1938), p.49. (via modernistwomen) (via webefakingempathy) (via inmyskin)
     
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