Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. Then what resentful… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone by. Beloved images rise up in disobedience and make a mirror for emptiness. — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
“It is necessary to find one's own way in New York. New York City is not hospitable. She is very big and she has… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
New York does nothing for those of us who are inclined to love her except implant in our hearts a homesickness that baffles us… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
“ON THE A TRAIN There were no seats to be had on the A train last night, but I had a good grip on… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
Home is a place in the mind. When it is empty, it frets. It is fretful with memory, faces and places and times gone… — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
All we have to face in the future is what has happened in the past. It is unbearable. — Maeve Brennan Copy Share Image
