“The worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. That is what it would mean; starting a life with you, without Him.” LoveGodFaithCatholicism Book:Brideshead Revisited Source: Brideshead Revisited
“...but it was not until Sebastian idly turning the page of Clive Bell's Art, read: '“Does anyone feel the same kind of emotion for a butterfly or a flower that he feels for a cathedral or a picture?” Yes. I do,' that my eyes were opened.” LoveArtUnderstandingFlowersBrideshead RevisitedEvelyn Waugh Book:Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder Source: Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
“He was entrancing, with that epicene beauty which in extreme youth sings aloud for love and withers at the first cold wind.” LoveFirst LoveInfatuationFirst Meeting Author:Evelyn Waugh
“Oh, my darling, why is it that love makes me hate the world? It's supposed to have quite the opposite effect. I feel as though all mankind, and God, too, were in a conspiracy against us.” LoveGodHate Book:Brideshead Revisited Source: Brideshead Revisited
“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.” LoveTwoSometimesTurnsFallLanguageSadnessTypeSpringShadowStonesDisappointmentCornersSymbolsPostsGatesPaceNow And ThenWearyOur LoveGlimpseHintsVagabondsBrideshead RevisitedPaving Author:Evelyn Waugh
“Dearest Charles-- I found a box of this paper at the back of a bureau so I must write to you as I am mourning for my lost innocence. It never looked like living. The doctors despaired of it from the start... I am never quite alone. Members of my family keep turning up and collecting luggage and going away again, but the white raspberries are ripe. I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits. Love or what you will. S.” WantLoveWritingMindAgeFoundLostWhiteBearsHabitMembersPaperPicksMy FamilyDoctorsBoxesInnocenceMourningGoing AwayItalianCollectingRipeVeniceBad HabitsWant HimLuggageGood MindRaspberriesCharles I Author:Evelyn Waugh
