Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Brideshead Revisited

by Evelyn Waugh

Grade: Good

I FINALLY read this book. And yes, it was worth it in the end, although hard to get through.

"Well, you see, she was saintly but she wasn't a saint. No one could really hate a saint, could they? They can't really hate God either. When they want to hate Him and His saints they have to find something like themselves and pretend it's God and hate that." Pg. 221

"Sometimes I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all." Pg. 279
(I know the feeling.)

"Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; a hill of many invisible crests; doors that open as in a dream to reveal only a further stretch of carpet and another door; 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."

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