Evelyn Waugh
Evelyn Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waughwas an English writer of novels, biographies and travel books. He was also a prolific journalist and reviewer of books. His most famous works include the early satires Decline and Falland A Handful of Dust, the novel Brideshead Revisitedand the Second World War trilogy Sword of Honour. Waugh is recognised as one of the great prose stylists of the English language in the 20th century...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth28 October 1903
I had been there before; I knew all about it.
mean needs mercy
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 with you, without Him. Julia to Charles
heart long dying
His heart; some long word at the heart. He is dying of a long word.
oxford interesting people
You spend the first term at Oxford meeting interesting and exciting people and the rest of your time there avoiding them
change brideshead-revisited evidence
[Change is] the only evidence of life.
hate who-i-am names
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
home college years
Have you at any time been detained in a mental home or similar institution? If so, give particulars.' 'I was at Scone College, Oxford, for two years,' said Paul.
intelligent confusion people
The trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant people are. With anyone over fifty you can be fairly confident what's been taught and what's been left out. But these young people have such an intelligent, knowledgeable surface, and then the crust suddenly breaks and you look down into depths of confusion you didn't know existed.
hurt people
You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.
war struggle alive
He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
summer fruit always-alone
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper...
care want news
News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read.
sadness forever looks
...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?
hate saint want
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.