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Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed dog...all right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Every one needs to talk to some one," the woman said. "Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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When people talk listen completely. Don't be thinking what you're going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe. You should be able to go into a room and when you come out know everything that you saw there and not only that. If that room gave you any feeling you should know exactly what it was that gave you that feeling.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
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solitude
loneliness
night
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Zelda was very beautiful and was tanned a lovely gold colour and her hair was a beautiful dark gold and she was very friendly. Her hawk's eyes were clear and calm. I knew everything was all right and was going to turn out well in the end when she leaned forward and said to me, telling me her great secret, 'Ernest, don't you think Al Jolson is greater than Jesus?' Nobody thought anything of it at the time. It was only Zelda's secret that she..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Fuck literature.
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literature
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His choice had been to stay in the deep dark water far out beyond all snares and traps and treacheries. My choice was to go there to find him beyond all people. Beyond all people in the world. Now we are joined together and have been since noon. And no one to help either one of us.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.
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war
ernest-hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small line was taken by a dolphin. He saw it first when it jumped in the air, true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping wildly in the air.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things.
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time
life
wine
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I wanted it so much. I don't know why I wanted it so much.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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That's all we do, isn't it -- look at things and try new drinks?
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book.
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sex
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I was trying to write then and I found the greatest difficulty, aside from knowing what you really felt, rather that what you were supposed to feel, and had been taught to feel, was to put down what really happened in action; what the actual things which produced the emotion that you experienced...
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The fiesta was really started. It kept up day and night for seven days. The dancing kept up, the drinking kept up, the noise went on. The things that happened could only have happened during a fiesta. Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences. It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta. All during the fiesta you had the feeling even when it was quiet, that you h..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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No. The two kinds of fools we have in Russia," karkov grinned and began. "First there is the winter fool. The winter fool comes to the door of your house and he knocks loudly. You go to the door and you see him there and you have never seen him before. He is an impressive sight. He is a very big man and he has on high boots and a fur coat and a fur hat and he is all covered with snow. First he stamps his boots and snow falls from them. Then..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Look at the ugliness. Yet one has a feeling within one that blinds a man while he loves you. You, with that feeling, blind him, and blind yourself. Then, one day, for no reason, he sees you as ugly as you really are and he is not blind anymore and then you see yourself as ugly as he sees you and you lose your man and your feeling... After a while, when you are as ugly as I am, as ugly as women can be, then, as I say after a while the feelin..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences.
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fiesta
the-sun-also-rises
unreal
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels. Troops went by the house and down the road and the dust they raised powdered the leaves of the trees. The trunks of the trees too were dusty and the leaves fell early..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In every port in the world, at least two Estonians can be found.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I only like two other things; one is bad for my work and the other is over in half an hour or fifteen minutes. Sometimes less. Sometimes a good deal less.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I believe that all the people who stand to profit by a war and who help provoke it should be shot on the first day it starts by accredited representatives of the loyal citizens of their country who will fight it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I thought you weren't going to ever talk about it." "How can I help it?" "You'll lose it if you talk about it." "I just talk around it. You know I feel rather damned good, Jake." "You should." "You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch." "Yes." "It's sort of what we have instead of God." "Some people have God", I said. "Quite a lot." "He never worked very well with me." "Should we have another Martini?"
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Bigotry is an odd thing. To be bigoted you have to be absolutely sure you are right and nothing makes that surety and righteousness like continence. Continence is the foe of heresy.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it. And you had a lot of luck, he told himself, to have had such a good life. You've had just as good a life as grandfather's though not as long. You've had as good a life as any because of these last days. You do not want to complain when you have been so lucky. I wish there was some way to pass on what I've learned, though.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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P'tuvai samo s chovek, kogoto obichash.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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So if your life trades seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know it. And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am very happy with it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Good. I go. And if thou dost not love me, I love thee enough for both.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Where should we go?" "I don't care. Anywhere you want. Anywhere we don't know people."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Well,' Bill said, 'we might as well have another drink.' 'Damned good idea,' Mike said. 'One never gets anywhere by discussing finances.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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There is never any ending to Paris, and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. Paris was always worth it, and you received return for whatever you brought to it...
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.
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love
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Ernest Hemingway |
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In truly good writing no matter how many times you read it you do not know how it is done. That is beacause there is a mystery in all great writing and that mystery does not dis-sect out. It continues and it is always valid. Each time you re-read you see or learn something new.
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re-reading
mystery
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He thought that he would lie down and think about nothing. Sometimes he could do this. Sometimes he could think about the stars without wondering about them and the ocean without problems and the sunrise without what it would bring.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
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Ernest Hemingway |