Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes.
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I suppose if a man has something once, always something of it remains.
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For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway.
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I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.
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Happiness is often presented as being very dull but, he thought, lying awake, that is because dull people are sometimes very happy and intelligent people can and do go around making themselves and everyone else miserable. He had never found happiness dull. It always seemed more exciting than any other thing and capable of as great intensity as sorrow to those people who were capable of having it.
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I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.
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Oh, now, now, now, the only now, and above all now, and there is no other now but thou now and now is thy prophet.
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You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.
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Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey
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Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
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The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.
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A man does not exist until he is drunk.
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Wars are Spinach. Life in general is the tough part. In war all you have to do is not worry and know how to read a map and co-ordinates.
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It's a town you come to for a short time.
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Writing is the clumsy attempt to find symbols for wordlessness.
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Rush, that most exciting perversion of life, the necessity of accomplishing something in less time than should be truly allowed for its doing.
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The bulls are my best friends." I translated to Brett. "You kill your friends?" she asked. "Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me.
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All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
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I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.
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Shooting gives me a good feeling. It is faster than baseball and you are out on one strike.
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To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it.
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As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.
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You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
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Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.