Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
“I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.”
"Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.”
“If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper...”
“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.”