Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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To receive everything, one must open one's hands and give.
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As a result of 50 years of emancipation, feminine qualities were dying out or being transferred to the males. Pansies of both sexes were everywhere, not yet completely homosexual, but confused not knowing what they were. The result was a herd of unhappy sexual misfits... the women wanting to dominate and the men to be nannied.
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You can't have integrity for breakfast, but try and keep it because it is perhaps the single most important word that defines not just writers but all human beings.
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My father worked, and my mother played bridge. Every time I went out of the house, I was chauffeur-driven with my nanny next to me to stop me being kidnapped.
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I'm just drawing it now. It's totally revolting. I'm sure you'll love it.
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I think every actor wants to be an FBI or cop at one point.
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There will be times when you just can't seem to land an acting job, and you feel like giving up. Don't! The only way to realise that dream is to keep working hard for it.
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I can express gratitude for the simple act of being able to breathe in and breathe out. I can move away from darkness and depression to light and hope. I can be happy with who I am, not what I should be, or what I might have been, or what someone tells me I must be. I am me, the true me; you are you, the true you - and that's good. That's beautiful. That's enough.
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Love on the rocks, ain't no surprise. Pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.
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It just amazes me every time I have a debate with the ACLU on this. What would you want, to have innocent names made public?
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A person who is keen to shake your hand usually has something up his sleeve.
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There's just an enormous vast universe of possible intrigue out there and why not pay attention to it? Because then you're not burdened with trying to find that meaning in yourself all the time.
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To lapse in fulness Is sorer than to lie for need, and falsehood Is worse in kings than beggars.
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How memories lie to us. How time coats the ordinary with gold. How it breaks the heart to go back and attempt to re-live them. How crushed we are when we discover that the gold was merely gold-plating thinly coated over lead, chalk and peeling paint.
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A big lie is more plausible than truth.
