“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”
Ernest Hemingway
A Moveable Feast (Primary source)
A Movable Feast is Ernest Hemingway’s posthumously published memoir, chronicling his years as a young writer in Paris during the 1920s. The book, composed of a series of vignettes and personal reflections, offers a vivid, nostalgic portrait of Hemingway’s bohemian lifestyle and his interactions with the literary and artistic community of the time. Rich in atmosphere and insight, the memoir captures both the hardships and exhilarations of a struggling writer’s life in one of the world’s most culturally vibrant cities.
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“The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”
— Ernest Hemingway Primary source“Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.”
— Ernest Hemingway Primary source“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”
— Ernest Hemingway Primary source“Every day above earth is a good day.”
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“This was omitted on my new theory that you could omit anything if you knew that you omitted and the omitted part would strengthen the story and make people feel something more than they understood.”
— Ernest Hemingway Primary source“No catalogue of horrors ever kept men from war. Before the war you always think that it’s not you that dies. But you will die, brother, if you go to it long enough.”
— Ernest Hemingway Primary source“Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.”
— Eleanor Roosevelt Primary source“I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing.”
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