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  • I knew I didn't love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. This was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards. Like bridge you had pretend you were playing for money or playing for some stakes. Nobody had mentioned what the stakes were.
  • ...That isn't love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve...

/Ernest Hemingway / A farewell to arms

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