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Across the River and into the Trees
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A war-weary colonel in post-WWII Venice falls in love with a young Italian countess in this poignant and introspective novel by Ernest Hemingway.

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The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

Ernest Hemingway

virtuevulnerability

But did thee feel the earth move?

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lovesensuality

I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.

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lifemeaning

The world is a good place and worth the fighting for. I agree with the second part.

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lifeoptimism

I’ve seen a lot of patriots and they all died just like anybody else if it hurt bad enough and once they were dead their patriotism was only good for legends; it was bad for their prose and made them write bad poetry.

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patriotismdeath

The world is not built that way and you can’t make it build that way.

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realityacceptance

I don't believe in poetry and I'm not going to write any. But I believe in love, and I intend to live the rest of my life in the service of love.

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poetrylove

The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

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happinesspeople

I’m a gambler, a farm boy, and I’m here to take your money.

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gamblingconfidence

I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it.

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