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“Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; 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.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“After all, is not a real Hell better than a manufactured Heaven?”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“I stared at absurd Paris, which was as cluttered now, under the scalding sun, as the landscape of my heart.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Then something altogether hideous happened. The thought was forced on me that no matter how coolly or sensibly or gracefully I might one day to learn to live my life, I would always at best be a visitor in a garden of enamel urinals and bedpans, with a sightless, wooden dummy-deity standing by in a marked-down rupture truss.”
― J.D. Salinger, De Daumier-Smith's Blue Period