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A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
5.0

It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot.

He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was to not recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war

I was not made to think. I was made to eat.

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 will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

“I don’t mind there not being rolls. I thought about them all night. But I don’t mind it. I don’t mind it at all.”

I have committed Fornication but that was In Another Country and Besides the wench is dead