This is Ella who lives in Israel.
I read "Brideshead Revisited" by Evelyn Waugh when I was fifteen, for the first time, and I remember thinking that it was an incredibly melancholy book. When I was eighteen, I was drafted, and then, one night in guard duty, I read it again and was charmed. After I was honourably discharged, I had this line tattooed, as the line that haunted me through many sunrises and sunsets.
In the beginning, there is a lovely scene of youthful languor, before the characters' lives fall apart in their hands, and one turns to the other and wonders: "If it could only be like this always--always summer, always alone, fruit always ripe..."
But of course, it can't always be summer, and we can't always be alone, and the fruit will rot and a tree will sprout in its place, and you cannot stop time. But you can immortalize it in ink :)