Quotes by Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder

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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 — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't sh — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Then I knew that the sign I had asked for was not a little thing, not a passing nod of recognition, and a phrase came ba — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
As my intimacy with his family grew, I became part of the world which he sought to escape; I became one of the bonds whi — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Rex, in his early forties, had grown heavy and ruddy; he had lost his Canadian accent and acquired instead the hoarse, l — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
I'll pray for you.""That's very kind of you.""I can't spare you a whole rosary, you know. Just a decade. I've got such a — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Aunt Fanny tells me you made great friends with Mr. Mottram. I'm sure he can't be very nice.''I don't think he is,' said — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time.These memories, which are my life — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
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 ba — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Do you want to change?" "It's the only evidence of life. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
No one is ever holy without suffering. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
When the waterholes were dry, people sought to drink at the mirage. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
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 — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
If she looked further than the wedding, it was to see marriage as the beginning of individual existence, this skirmish f — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
So through a world of piety I made my way to Sebastian. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper. — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
The langour of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
It was a small tortoise with Julia’s initials set in diamonds in the living shell, and this slightly obscene object, now — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
I walked down the empty Broad to breakfast, as I often did on Sundays, at a tea-shop opposite Balliol. The air was full — Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder