Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Perhaps All Our Loves Are Merely Hints And Symbols

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.

... Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh

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