The languor of Youth – How unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth – all save this – come and go with us through life. These things are a part of life itself; but languor – the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self regarding – that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.

If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name.

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.

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

These memories, which are my life - for we possess nothing certainly except the past

I don’t want to make it easier for you,” I said; “I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.