Ernest Hemingway
I know 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 exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
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| — | “A Farewell to Arms”, by Ernest Hemingway (via irridere) |
Classic Commute
Got this shot from the uberly talented Maggie from Subways-366 [it’s a leap year] days of subway snapshots. Check it out!
who wants to open up a literature-themed bar with me
- it will be called hemingway’s (natch)
- our menu will include drinks we invent ourselves based on puns of classic book titles
- of ice and gin
- lagerhaus-five
- absolut, absolut
- tequila mockingbird
- etc
- and once a month we will have a free drinking contest called “atlas chugged”
Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.
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| — | Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thatkindofwoman) |
She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
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| — | Ernest Hemingway The Sun Also Rises (via thesearebones) |
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
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| — | Ernest Hemingway (via dollanachronism) |
