The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.
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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
I’m here. I wouldn’t go away. I’m always here.
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains…
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
It was too good to last.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
It was too good to last.
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.
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.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.
I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.
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.
It’s silly not to hope. It’s a sin he thought.
It was too good to last.
It was too good to last.
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.
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.
It’s silly not to hope. It’s a sin he thought