Evelyn Waugh: Trending quotes (page 2)

“We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them -- a diminishing number in my case.”

“That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty.”

“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.”

“All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.”

“I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.”

“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 pretends it's God and hate that.”

“When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.”

“I can't bare you when you're not amusing.”

“His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.”

“You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.”

“… she had regained what I thought she had lost forever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, "Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?”

“He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it […]”

“But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into the depths of confusion you didn't know existed.”

“I had been there before; I knew all about it.”

“Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.”

“Mr. Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.”

“Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.”

“That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches.”

“News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read. And it's only news until he's read it. After that it's dead.”