And in case you love it as much as we do and want a little piece of the HG office in your home, you should totally enter our contest to win the gorgeous chair set in the last picture! Amazing.
If you win this, you should give it to me. I’ve lived in my apartment for over a year and still have no couch or even chairs in my living room. I ordered a couch last winter but it wouldn’t fit in the stairwell of my old brownstone… It’s pathetic. I need help. I need this chair!
“The warm halo of the red tubes, the perpetually alert stance of the assailant, the victim’s momentary fringe of disheveled hair. How sad that the second silhouette must inevitably fall to that two-by-four, but how encouraging that he inevitably finds the wherewithal to pick himself up again.”
"[Outside the tent the hyena made the same strange noise that had awakened her.] But she did not hear him for the beating of her heart."
— from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
"In the early morning on the lake sitting on the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die."
— from “Indian Camp”
"He wrote on a while longer now and there was no sign that any of it would ever cease returning to him intact."
— from The Garden of Eden
"After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain."
— from A Farewell to Arms
[“I feel fine,” she said. “There’s nothing wrong with me.] I feel fine.”
— from Hills Like White Elephants
"He could feel his heart beating against the pine needle floor of the forest."
— from For Whom the Bell Tolls
[“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said.] “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
— from The Sun Also Rises
"But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."
— from A Moveable Feast
"The old man was dreaming about the lions."
— from The Old Man and the Sea
Happy birthday Hemingway
By Jill Dembowski
I know that just because I’m older doesn’t mean I know everything. But I do know some things. And some of those things I wish I’d known a little sooner.
Like: If it doesn’t feel okay, you don’t have to pretend that it’s okay.
I wish I’d known that in sixth…
I’ve always been a patient person, but I realize nothing pushes me to the edge like stupidity and ignorance. Obviously in the grander scheme of society; in small (& more or less insignificant) interactions almost more so. Eg: How can you read over my shoulder and act like you don’t know that’s a universal transgression, that NOBODY likes that- wow you’re not even acting. You’re just that dumb.
Then I feel like an asshole for being so furious with someone whose mother didn’t even teach them the simplest of manners. I’m furious with someone who never even watched a bugs bunny cartoon.
But still. Stop breathing down my damn neck while I’m writing. Now you know.