It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought. “Nothing,” he said aloud. “I went out too far.
As I lay on the bed I could see the big mirror on the other side of the room but could not see what it reflected.
But I know many things I can’t say.
The dancers were in a crowd, so you did not see the intricate play of the feet. All you saw was the heads and shoulders going up and down, up and down.
You cannot know about it unless you have it.
After supper we went up-stairs and smoked and read in bed to keep warm. Once in the night I woke and heard the wind blowing. It felt good to be warm and in bed.
In Europe then we thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well-being and delight. drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary, and I would not have thought of eating a meal without drinking either wine or cider or beer.
You saw fear and apprehension. The fear was made by what he had been through. The apprehension was for the possibility of evil he imagined.
You can tell them,” Bill said. “They get this sort of fat married look. They’re done for.
Well, I knew I would not be killed. Not in this war. It did not have anything to do with me. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies. I wished to God it was over though. Maybe it would finish this summer.
If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
She had a gently modelled face and her eyes and her smile lighted up at decisions as though they were rich presents.
There were mists over the river and clouds on the mountain and the trucks splashed mud on the road and the troops were muddy and wet in their capes; their rifles were wet and under their capes the two leather cartridge-boxes on the front of the belts, gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin, long 6.5 mm. cartridges, bulged forward under the capes so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they were six months gone with child.
When people realise how bad it is they cannot do anything to stop it because they go crazy.
O Lord, to comport myself as a man tomorrow in the day of battle.
Take it back.” “Sure. Anything. I never heard of Brett Ashley. How’s that? “No. Not that. About me going to hell.” “Oh, don’t go to hell,” I said. “Stick around. We’re just starting lunch.
The stream showed clear and smooth-looking in the glasses and, below the curl of the falling water, the spray from the dam was blowing in the wind.
Some one had put it in the American Women’s Club list as a quaint restaurant on the Paris quais as yet untouched by Americans, so we had to wait forty-five minutes for a table.
I was his tennis friend.
Sylvia had a lively, sharply sculptured face, brown eyes that were as alive as a small animal’s and as gay as a young girl’s, and wavy brown hair that was brushed back from her fine forehead and cut thick below her ears and at the line of the collar of the brown velvet jacket she wore. She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip. No one that I ever knew was nicer to me.