Saturday, May 15, 2010

love words weekend

An excerpt from "A Farewell to Arms"
by Ernest Hemingway

At night, there was the feeling that we had come home, feeling no longer alone, waking int he night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal.  We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone.  Often a man wishes to be alone and a woman wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that.  We could feel alone when we were together, alone again the others.  We were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. 

*Ernest Hemingway is one of my favorites.  Tommy got me reading his stuff years ago...oh the luck of being in love with an English teacher!!


  1. I'm in love with an English teacher as well. He is more transcendental environmental lit. Think Thoreau and Emerson....I'm sure something from Walden is going to creep its way into our ceremony. :)



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