# Evelyn Waugh

- Quotes: 68
- Author page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh

## Books

- [A Handful of Dust](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/a-handful-of-dust.md) — 1 quote
- [A Little Learning](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/a-little-learning.md) — 1 quote
- [Black Mischief](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/black-mischief.md) — 2 quotes
- [Brideshead Revisited](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/brideshead-revisited.md) — 19 quotes
- [Decline and Fall](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/decline-and-fall.md) — 21 quotes
- [Put Out More Flags](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/put-out-more-flags.md) — 3 quotes
- [Scoop](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/scoop.md) — 10 quotes
- [The Loved One](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/the-loved-one.md) — 4 quotes
- [The Ordeal of Gilbert Pinfold](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/the-ordeal-of-gilbert-pinfold.md) — 3 quotes
- [Vile Bodies](https://www.leafyquotes.com/evelyn-waugh/vile-bodies.md) — 4 quotes

## Recently added quotes

> Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

> She seemed to say "Look at me. I have done my share. I am beautiful. It is something quite out of the ordinary, this beauty of mine. I am made for delight. But what do I get out of it? Where is my reward?"That was the change in her from ten years ago; that, indeed, was her reward, this haunting, this magical sadness which spoke straight to the heart and struck silence; it was the completion of her beauty."

> My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time.

> The trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant they are

> Quomodo sedet sola civitas. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.

> All day the heat had been barely supportable but at evening a breeze arose in the West, blowing from the heart of the setting sun and from the ocean, which lay unseen, unheard behind the scrubby foothills. It shook the rusty fringes of palm-leaf and swelled the dry sounds of summer, the frog-voices, the grating cicadas, and the ever present pulse of music from the neighbouring native huts.

> "It is typical of Oxford," I said, "to start the new year in autumn."

> I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.

> '...I wonder if you remember the story mummy read us the evening Sebastian first got drunk - I mean the bad evening. "Father Brown" said something like "I caught him" (the thief) "with an unseen hook and and invisible line which is long enough to let him wander to the ends of the world and still to bring him back with a twitch upon the thread."'

> It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.

> His strongest tastes were negative. He abhorred plastics, Picasso, sunbathing and jazz — everything in fact that had happened in his own lifetime.

> '...But I saw today there was one thing unforgivable - like things in the school-room, so bad they were unpunishable, that only mummy could deal with - the bad thing I was on the point of doing, that I'm not quite bad enough to do; to set up a rival good to God's.'