He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the resinous sap from the cut limbs.. This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would you rather smell? Sweet grass the Indians used in their baskets? Smoked leather? The odor of the ground in the spring after rain? The smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia? Or the wind from the land as you come in toward Cuba in the dark? That was the odor of cactus flowers, mimosa and the sea-grape shrubs. Or would you rather smell frying bacon in the morning when you are hungry? Or coffee in the morning? Or a Jonathan apple as you bit into it? Or a cider mill in the grinding, or bread fresh from the oven? . Ernest Hemingway
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.
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Jonathan Safran Foer
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
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Shannon L. Alder
Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.
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Aaron BenZeev
How sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet
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Robert Browning
Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.
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Orhan Pamuk
More Quotes By Ernest Hemingway
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."" Hell, " I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"" Yes. I want to ruin you."" Good, " I said. "That's what I want too.
Oh Jake, " Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes, " I said. "Isn't it pretty to think...
I didn't want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there's a lot of difference.
When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
