The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
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Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections, and two non-fiction works. Additional works, including three novels, four short story collections, and three non-fiction works, were published posthumously. Many of his works are considered classics of American literature. Hemingway was raised in Oak Park, Illinois. After high school, he reported for a few months for The Kansas City Star, before leaving for the Italian front to enlist with the World War I ambulance drivers. In 1918, he was seriously wounded and returned home. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel A Farewell to Arms (1929
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before...
Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. It's been that way all this year. It's been that way so many times. All of war is that way.
That tomorrow should come and that I should be there.
He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any man could have.
'But are there not many Fascists in your country?' 'There are many who do not know they are Fascists, but will find it out when the time comes'.
What a business. You go along your whole life and they seem as though they mean something and they always end up not meaning anything. There was never any of what this is. You think that is one thing you will never have. And then, on a lousy show like this, co-ordinating two chicken-crut guerilla…
If we win here we will win everywhere. The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
There's no one thing that's true. It's all true.
If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?
For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always…
I am no romantic glorifier of the Spanish woman, nor did I ever think of a casual piece as anything much other than a casual piece in any country. But when I am with Maria I love her so that I feel, literally, as though I would die and I never believed in that or thought that it could happen.
There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. This is how you live a life in two days.…
But I missed you very badly this morning.
Let's lie very still and quiet and hold each other and not think at all.
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
There had been too much emotion, too much damage, too much everything.
‘I’m your girl,’ she said in the dark. 'Your girl. No matter what I’m always your girl.’