By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.
Ernest HemingwayIn the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.
Ernest HemingwayOut of all the things you could not have there were some things that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.
Ernest Hemingway