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,
Ernest HemingwayTags: eyes
He used the word gamut.
Ernest HemingwayThis wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.
Ernest HemingwayShe 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.
Ernest HemingwayTags: inspirational beauty personality eyes looking
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Ernest HemingwayFor a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.
Ernest HemingwayKülönben ne kicsinyeld le azt az érzést, hogy szeretsz valakit. Kevés emberrel esett meg az a szerencse, hogy megszeretett valakit. Te eddig nem ismerted a szerelmet, most meg az öledbe hullt. Mindegy, hogy holnapig vagy holnaputánig, vagy életed végéig tart ez az érzés Maríával, mindenképp a legnagyobb dolog, ami az emberrel történhetik. Mindig lesznek emberek, akik azt hiszik, hogy nincs szerelem, mert ők nem ismerték meg.
Ernest HemingwayI loved to take her hair down and she sat on the bed and kept very still, except suddenly she would dip down to kiss me while I was doing it, and I would take out the pins and lay them on the sheet and it would be loose and I would watch her while she kept very still and then take out the last two pins and it would all come down and she would drop her head and we would both be inside of it, and it was the feeling of inside a tent or behind a falls.
Ernest HemingwayI kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.
Ernest HemingwayMy style might seem awkward, but I'm only trying to write down the things in the scene that I think the reader should know.
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