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it made my heart beat

Happiness hurts.
It makes one sensitive and sad.

    These are my people.


    Sylvia Beach, Ernest Hemingway and other friends outside Shakespeare & Co.

    “On a cold windswept street, this was a warm, cheerful place with a big stove in winter, tables and shelves of books, new books in the window, and photographs on the wall of famous writers both dead and living. The photographs all looked like snapshots and even the dead writers looked as though they had really been alive.”  — Ernest Hemingway, “Shakespeare and Company,” A Moveable Feast

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    — 3 years ago with 475 notes
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    "In a place like Paris, the air is so thick with dreams they clog the streets and take all the good tables at the cafés. Poets and writers, models and designers, painters and sculptors, actors and directors, lovers and escapists, they flock to the City of Lights. That night at Polly’s, the table spilled over with the rapture of pilgrims who have found their temple. That night, among new friends and safe at Shakespeare and Company, I felt it too. Hope is a most beautiful drug."
    Jeremy Mercer, Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare & Co. (via bookoasis)

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    — 3 years ago with 855 notes
    #Jeremy Mercer  #Paris  #dreams  #hope  #lit  #memoir