” … we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.” - a moveable feast, ernest hemingway
(via sweet-serendip1ty)
“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.”
a farewell to arms, ernest hemingway
(via loveistodismissyourfears)
“i didn’t want to kiss you goodbye— that was the trouble— i wanted to kiss you goodnight. and there’s a lot of difference.” - letter, ernest hemingway
(via gthegentleman)
(via greenlikebathwater)
“i did not know that i could ever feel what i have felt, he thought. nor that this could happen to me. i would like to have it for my whole life. you will, the other part of him said. you will. you have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. there is nothing else than now. there is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. how old must you be before you know that? there is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion. that is how you live a life in two days. and if you stop complaining and asking for what you will never get, you will have a good life. a good life is not measured by any biblical span.” - for whom the bell tolls, ernest hemingway
(via midwestaesthetic)
“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 what i want too.”
a farewell to arms, ernest hemingway
“isn’t it pretty to think so?” - the sun also rises, ernest hemingway
