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.
Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen (June 7, 1899 February 22, 1973) was an Anglo-Irish novelist and short story writer. Bowen was born in Dublin but when her father became mentally ill in 1907, she and her mother moved to London. After her mother died in 1912, Bowen was brought up by her aunts.
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