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‘The only sea I saw was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.’ Dylan Thomas Under Milk Wood, 1953 (published posthumously in 1954) Gerhard Richter - Korsika Schiffer, 1968

‘But I was in search of love in those days. At last, I should find that low door in the wall (..) which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.’ Evelyn Waugh - Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Brideshead Revisited - film, 1981

‘And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’ Dylan Thomas

‘The fortnight in Venice passed quickly and sweetly - perhaps too sweetly. I was drowning in honey, stingless …’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Gerhard Richter, Venice Staircase, 1985

‘You can’t ever tell what’s going to hurt.’ Evelyn Waugh, A Handful of Dust, 1934 📷 Audrey Hepburn by Dennis Stock, New York 1954

‘Sometimes’, said Julia, ‘I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Martin Parr, Liverpool 1983

‘Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revised, 1945 📷 Rurik Dmitrienko, Paris, Jardin des Tuileries, 2006

‘…perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols;’ - Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 | Helene Schjerfbeck

‘I should like to bury something precious in every place where I have been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.’ - Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945

‘To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Monica Merlo

‘We possess nothing certainly except the past.’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 Henri Cartier-Bresson

‘But I was in search of love in those days. At last, I should find that low door in the wall (..) which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city’ Evelyn Waugh Monet in his garden in Giverny

‘O God, make me good, but not yet.’ Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited, 1945 © Roberto de Mitri

‘I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, ...’ - Evelyn Waugh Brideshead Revisited, 1945| Ph. @ReinfriedMarass