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If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it kills you too but there will be no special hurry.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via meaghano) (via nedhepburn) (via jdlayman)
That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

Ernest Hemingway (via whokilled)

I rarely sacrifice. It’s a problem.

(via pedrosanchez)

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.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via thechosenwords : heartwarming) (via blurthelines) (via breathsoftruth) (via belowutopia) (via lovebot)

Hemingway was unspeakably awesome in nearly every way possible. This guy is worthy of his own “Washington, Washington” flash animation.