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Currently reading:
The Sun Also Rises | Hemingway

I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.

Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

loving this book right now. 

I had the feeling as in a nightmare of it all being something repeated, something I had been through and that now I must go through again.

—Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (71)

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else’s eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

—Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (34)

It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

—Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

Be the Calm.

In all that happens, keep before your eyes those who experienced it before you, and felt shock and outrage and resentment at it.

And now where are they? Nowhere.

Is that what you want to be like? Instead of avoiding all these distracting assaults - leaving the alarms and flight to others - and concentrating on what you can do with it all?

Because you can use it, treat it as raw material. Just pay attention, and resolve to live up to your own expectations. In everything. And when faced with a choice, remember: our business is with things that really matter.”

-Meditations (7.58), Marcus Aurelius

But It’s Nicer Here….

At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: “I have to go to work - as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for - the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?”

-But it’s nicer here….

So you were born to feel “nice”? Instead of doing things and experiencing them? Don’t you see the plants, the birds, the ants and spiders and bees going about their individual tasks, putting the world in order, as best they can? And you’re not willing to do your job as a human being? Why aren’t you running to do what your nature demands?

-But we have to sleep sometime….

Agreed. But nature set a limit on that - as it did on eating and drinking. And you’re over the limit. You’ve had more than enough of that. But not of working. There you’re still below your quota.

You don’t love yourself enough. Or you’d love your nature too, and what it demands of you. People who love what they do wear themselves down doing it, they even forget to wash or eat. Do you have less respect for your own nature than the engraver does for engraving, the dancer for the dance, the miser for money or the social climber for status? When they’re really possessed by what they do, they’d rather stop eating and sleeping than give up practicing their arts.

-Meditations (5.1), Marcus Aurelius