When he craved contact, he stopped in to visit the Cézannes and Monets at the Musée du Luxembourg, believing they had already done what he was striving for—distilling places and people and objects to their essential qualities.
Paula McLainIn Paris, you couldn’t really turn around without seeing the result of lovers’ bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.
Paula McLainTags: paris
There are things I didn't see before, like how nice it is to have someone around. Not the white knight whisking you away, but the fellow who sits at your table every night and tells you what he is thinking.
Paula McLainWe knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure and simple and good, and I believed Ernest was his best self then. I got the very best of him. We got the best of each other.
Paula McLainTags: life love loss hemingway
You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through.
Paula McLainI don't know how to describe it, but after the blush of my own company wore off, I became so aware of Earnest's absence it was as if the lack of him had moved into the apartment with me.
Paula McLainIt had been a false spring, a lie like all the other lies, and I found myself wondering it it would ever really come.
Paula McLainThere's so much to lose."
"There always is," she said.
I sighed and reached for another biscuit. "Are you always this wise, Ruth?"
"Only when it comes to other people's lives.
I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.
Paula McLainTags: sadness loneliness sea hadley-richardson
Веднъж Ърнест ми каза ,че английското paradaise-тоест "рай"-идва от персийска дума ,означаваща "оградена градина". Тогава усетих ,че разбира колко необходими за нашето щастие са обещанията ни един към друг.Не можеш да имаш истинска свобода,ако не знаеш къде са стените и не се грижиш за тях.Можехме да се облягаме на стените,защото те съществуваха ,те съществуваха ,защото се облягахме на тях. С идването на Полин всичко започна да се руши. Вече нищо не ми изглеждаше трайно,освен останалото зад мен-онова,което вече бяхме направили и преживели заедно.
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