Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But … - Ernest Hemingway

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If you wish to be brothers, let the arms fall from your hands. One cannot love while holding offensive arms.

Ernest Hemingway

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

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Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey

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No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

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All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

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You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in writing. You do not have the reference, the old important reference. You have the sheet of blank paper, the pencil, and the obligation to invent truer than things can be true. You have to take what is not palpable and make it completely palpable and also have it seem normal and so that it can become a part of experience of the person who reads it.

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The world breaks everyone or nearly everyone, of their childish illusions, assumptions and wishes, often painfully and afterwards due to the personal growth in practical experience, insight and the resulting wisdom many are strong at the broken places just like mended broken bones often are, and some people even have the great insight to be grateful for the purifying fire.

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