It was too good to last.
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The Old Man and the Sea
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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
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
You did not do so badly for something that is worthless. But there was a time when I could not find you.
Keep your head clear and know how to suffer like a man. Or a fish, he thought.
He always thought of the sea as la mar, which is what people call her in spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her, but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fisherman, those who used buoys as floats for their lines or had motorboat…
“Age is my alarm clock,” the old man said. “Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?” “I don’t know,” the boy said. “All I know is that young boys sleep late and hard.”
Every day above earth is a good day.