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They were beaten to start with. They were beaten when they took them from their farms and put them in the army. That is why the peasant has wisdom, because he is defeated from the start. Put him in power and see how wise he is.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In those days, there was no money to buy books.
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reading
memoir
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He told me how he had first met her during the war and then lost her and won her back, and about their marriage and then about something tragic that had happened to them at St-Raphael about a year ago. This first version that he told me of Zelda . and a French naval aviator falling in love was truly a sad story and I believe it was a true story. Later he told me other versions of it as though trying them for use in a novel, but none was as ..
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He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.
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love
quarrel
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.
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woman
life
whiskey
quotes
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Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well
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You felt, in spite of all bureaucracy and inefficiency and party strife something that was like the feeling you expected to have and did not have when you made your first communion. It was a feeling of consecration to a duty toward all of the oppressed of the world which would be as difficult and embarrasing to speak about as religious experience and yet it was as authentic as the feeling you had when you heard Bach, or stood in Chartres Ca..
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rebellion
war
politics
religion
revolution
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.
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understanding
writing
work
walking
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
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death
rowboat
morning
dying
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I am drunk, seest thou? When I am not drunk I do not talk. You have never heard me talk much. But an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend his time with fools.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slip-over jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy's. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Do you always get so hungry when you make love?" "When you love somebody."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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And we could have all this,' she said. 'And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible.' 'What did you say?' 'I said we could have everything.' 'We can have everything.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can have the whole world.' 'No, we can't.' 'We can go everywhere.' 'No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore.' 'It's ours.' 'No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought. 'It's a bore,' he said out loud. 'What is, my dear?' 'Anything you do too bloody long.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He did not care for the lying at first. He hated it. Then later he had come to like it. It was part of being an insider but it was a very corrupting business.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome except that they have orders to challenge all travelers and ask to see their papers. It is only orders that come between us. Those men are not fascists. I call them so, but they are not. They are poor men as we are. They should never be fighting against us and I do not like to think of th..
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war
for-whom-the-bell-tolls
soldiers
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I had gone to no place where the roads were frozen and hard as iron, where it was clear cold and dry and the snow was dry and powdery and hare-tracks in the snow and the peasants took off their hats and called you Lord and there was good hunting. I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all ther..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Don't let yourself slip and get any perfect characters... keep them people, people, people, and don't let them get to be symbols.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Oh, don't go to hell," I said. "Stick around. We're just starting lunch."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.
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courage
glory
honor
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Here's a taxidermist's," Bill said. "Want to buy anything? Nice stuffed dog?" "Come on," I said. "You're pie-eyed." "Pretty nice stuffed dogs," Bill said. "Certainly brighten up your flat." "Come on." "Just one stuffed dog. I can take 'em or leave 'em alone. But listen, Jake. Just one stuffed dog." "Come on." "Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed d..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Thou wilt go now, rabbit. But I go with thee. As long as there is one of us there is both of us.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway,"
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Ernest Hemingway |
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That in some way he could work the fat off his soul the way a fighter went into the mountains to work and train in order to burn it out of his body
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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If you have to go away,' she said,'is it absolutely necessary to kill off everything you leave behind? I mean do you have to take away everything? ...
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Ernest Hemingway |
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This was Brett that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night is another thing.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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This too to remember. If a man writes clearly enough any one can see if he fakes. If he mystifies to avoid a straight statement, which is very different from breaking so-called rules of syntax or grammar to make an efffect which can be obtained in no other way, the writer takes a longer time to be known as a fake and other writers who are afflicted by the same necessity will praise him in their own defense. True mysticism should not be conf..
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writing
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She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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No Pilar," Agustin said. "You are not smart. You are brave. You are loyal. You have decision. You have intuition. Much decision and much heart. But you are not smart."
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b`d lnth mn ktb 'sh`r b'nny mstnzf `Tfyan. dh lm yHdth m`k dhlk, ln ttmkn mn nql lmsh`r lqry'k.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Be patient, hand," he said. "I do this for you."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole time and then, when that was over, and he had failed to kill his loneliness, but only made it worse, he had written her, the first one, the one who left him, a letter telling her how he had never been able to kill it . . . . How when he thought he saw her outside the Regence one time it made him go all faint and sick..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Finishing is what you have to do. If you don't finish, nothing is worth a damn
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
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