Ernest Hemingway Quotes
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
Ernest Hemingway
Quotes to Explore
People that don't know me get 'Mossed'. It means, I was gonna go home, but then I just got led astray. In the best possible way, of course. I mean, it's always fun, and a good time.
Kate Moss
I hate negative ads in general.
Ed Rendell
My approach to every game was to try to erase the games that were before and try to focus on the game at hand.
Cal Ripken, Jr.
I began photographing in 1946. Before that, I was a painter and drawer, with my mother and father's support. They were a bit pissed when I went into photography. They thought photographers were guys who took pictures at weddings.
Harold Feinstein
Set in the advertising world of the 1960s, 'Mad Men' is stunning to look at - a Camelot-era parade of smartly dressed professionals lounging around on midcentury modern furniture.
Adam Cohen
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
W. Clement Stone
I started ice-skating when I was about 12 or 13 and I was selected in the Australian team for ice hockey. I met my wife at St Moritz Ice Skating about 1955.
Lindsay Fox
I'm generally happy, although my kids and wife may sometimes argue with that.
John McEnroe
Men are climbing to the moon, but they don’t seem interested in the beating human heart.
Marilyn Monroe
And why was it that some guys had tears in them and some had no tears at all? Different boys lived by different rules.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?
Carrie Fisher
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
Ernest Hemingway
