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Category: Paula McLain

When he craved contact, he stopped in to visit the Cézannes and Monets at the Musée du Luxembourg, believing they had already done what he was striving for—distilling places and people and objects to their essential qualities.

art, hemingway, paris

In Paris, you couldn’t really turn around without seeing the result of lovers’ bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.

They love me like a pack of wolves.Ernest

ernest-hemingway, paris, wolves

Denys had a way of seeing everything as if he knew it would never be there exactly the same again. He understood how nothing ever holds still for us, or should. The trick is learning to take things as they come and fully, too, with no resistence or fear, not trying to grip them too tightly or make them bend.

africa, paula-mclain

Sometimes when you’re hurting, it helps to throw yourself at something that will take your weight.

africa, paula-mclain

We can only go to the limits of ourselves. Anything more and we give too much away. Then we’re not good for anyone.

africa, karen-blixen, kenya, paula-mclain

There are some who said I should have fought harder or longer than I did for my marriage, but in the end fighting for love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

He was a humorist, and everyone knew the funny writers were the most serious sort under their skins.

comedy, humor, writing

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

hadley-richardson, loneliness, sadness, sea

We knew what we had and what it meant, and though so much had happened since for both of us, there was nothing like those years in Paris, after the war. Life was painfully pure and simple and good, and I believed Ernest was his best self then. I got the very best of him. We got the best of each other.

hemingway, life, loss, love

He stared into his coffee, thinking quietly. “But you’ve never been afraid of anything, have you?””I have, though,” I said, surprised at my own emotion. “I’ve been terrified… I just haven’t let it stop me

fear, perseverance, strength

They’d scared me and had me thinking about what it meant to be really strong, on my own terms—not just fit and brown from the sun, not just flexible and accommodating.