Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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 members and God too were in a conspiracy against us.”– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via honeysighs)
“They are, they are.”
“But we’ve got our happiness in spite of them; here and now, we’ve taken possession of it. They can’t hurt us, can they?” “Not tonight; not now.”
“Not for how many nights?
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.– Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited (via liquidnight)