
The Sun Also Rises

He was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would rather have been in America,
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
“Listen, Jake,” he leaned forward on the bar. “Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?”
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy’s. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless. “For God’s sake,” I said, “yes. Don’t you?” “Oh, how charmingly you get angry,” he said. “I wish I had that faculty.”
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
Ernest Hemingway • The Sun Also Rises
We were dancing to the accordion and some one was playing the banjo. It was hot and I felt happy. We passed close to Georgette dancing with another one of them. “What possessed you to bring her?” “I don’t know, I just brought her.” “You’re getting damned romantic.” “No, bored.” “Now?” “No, not now.” “Let’s get out of here. She’s well taken care of.
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He had been reading W. H. Hudson. That sounds like an innocent occupation, but Cohn had read and reread “The Purple Land.” “The Purple Land” is a very sinister book if read too late in life. It recounts splendid imaginary amorous adventures of a perfect English gentleman in an intensely romantic land, the scenery of which is very well described. Fo
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She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.