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If he had known how many men in history have had to use a hill to die one it would not have cheered him any for, in the moment he was passing through, men are not impressed by what has happened to the other men in similar circumstances any more than a widow of one day is helped by the knowledge that other loved husbands have died.

There is a hollow empty feeling that a man can have when he is waked too early in the morning that is almost like the feeling of disaster and he had this multiplied a thousand times.

Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon.

To understand is to forgive.

I wish we had horses to ride," Maria said. "In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness.

What do you want? Everything. I want everything and I will take whatever I get.

You are not supposed to like things. Only to understand.

Who do you suppose has it easier? Ones with religion or just taking it straight? It comforts them very much but we know there is no thing to fear. It is only missing it that's bad. Dying is only bad when it takes a long time and hurts so much that it humiliates you.

In a snowstorm it always seemed, for a time, as though there were no enemies.

I wish I could write well enough to write that story, he thought. What we did. Not what the others did to us.

We are very serious so we can make very strong jokes.

He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind.

Wipe the pap of your mother's breast off thy lips and give me a hatful of that dirt,' the man with his chin on the ground said. 'No one of us will see the sun go down this night.

There is milk? What luxury!

There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now,

She said nothing is done to oneself that one does not accept and that if I loved someone it would take it all away.

He killed more men than the cholera.

He felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.

But these, wide-finned in silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like nothing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom.

I would like to bear thy son and hy daughter," she told hime. "And how can the world be made better if there are no children of us who fight against the fascists?

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today.

You only heard the statement of the loss. You did not see the father fall as Pilar made him see the fascists die in that story she had told by the stream. You knew the father died in some courtyard, or against some wall, or in some field or orchard, or at night, in the lights of a truck, beside some road. You had seen the lights of the car from down the hills and heard the shooting and afterwards you had come down to the road and found the bodies. You did not see the mother shot, nor the sister, nor the brother. You heard about it; you heard the shots; and you saw the bodies.

You had to trust the people you worked with completely or not at all, and you had to make decisions about the trusting.

For many things are not as they appear. Discipline must come from trust and confidence.

And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.

How little we know of what there is to know.

Robert Jordan knew that now his papers were being examined by the man who could not read.

Let us sleep, he said, and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him, and he said, Sleep well, little long rabbit.

Don’t ever kid yourself with too much dialectics.

And what did last? I last, she thought. Yes, i have lasted. But for what?

To understand is to forgive. That’s not true. Forgiveness has been exaggerated.

Nobody knows what tribes we came from nor what our tribal inheritance is nor what the mysteries were in the woods where the people lived that we came from. All we know is that we do not know. We know nothing about what happens to us in the nights.

What simplicity, the scarred-faced brother, who was called Andrés, said. And how do you explode them?

In the night he awoke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken away from him.

There isn’t any need to deny everything there’s been just because you are going to lose it.

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unelated and he hated every one he saw.

Good-by,'! he said to all those who were kneeling. 'Don't be said. To die is nothing. The only bad thing is to die at the hands of this canalla.

You learn in this war if you listen.

But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more.

I don’t know, Robert Jordan said. When I get very tired sometimes I speak English.Or when I get very disgusted. Or baffled, say. When I get highly baffled I just talk English to hear the sound of it. It’s a reassuring noise. You ought to try it sometime.What do you say, Inglés? Pilar said. It sounds very interesting but I do not understand.Nothing, Robert Jordan said. I said, ‘nothing’ in English.

You go along your whole life and they seem as though they mean something and they always end up not meaning anything.

Tomorrow can be a day of much valid action. Tomorrow can be a day of concrete acts. Tomorrow can be a day which is worth something. That tomorrow should come and that I should be there.

But you mustn't believe in killing, he told himself. You must do it as a necessity but you must not believe in it. If you believe in it the whole thing is wrong.

For what are we born if not to aid one another? And to listen and say nothing is a cold enough aid.