Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore. — Ernest Hemingway, from “A Way You’ll Never Be,” Winner Take Nothing. (Scribner; 1 edition, January 1, 1966) Advertisements
If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds…. I have made all the calculations; fate will do the rest. ― Napoléon Bonaparte
Some stones are so heavy only silence helps you carry them! ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces. (McClelland & Stewart, 1996)
God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her. — , A Farewell To Arms. (Arrow Books Ltd August 18, 1994) Originally published 1929.
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. — Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (Scribner, 1926)
I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone. — Henri Barbusse, THE INFERNO ** UNDER FIRE ** LIGHT (Timeless Wisdom Collection) Business… Continue reading Henri Barbusse
This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One chooses either to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye. Each loved thing slips away. There is no stopping… Continue reading Helen Humphreys