Ernest Hemingway - The Sun Also Rises (1926)

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Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?

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And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.

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The things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist.

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Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.

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The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

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Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.

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It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.

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Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love.

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That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.

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You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development.

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And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

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Cheer up,' I said. 'All countries look just like the moving pictures.

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Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

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I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.

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All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs. Not my fault.

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The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

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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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You know I don't love any one but you. You shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.

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When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

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He had always known what I did not know and what, when I learned it, I was always able to forget. But I did not know that then, although I learned it later.

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If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.

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No; that doesn't interest me.' 'That's because you never read a book about it.

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It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

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I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.

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Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.

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