Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?
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Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.
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My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.
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Bigotry is an odd thing. To be bigoted you have to be absolutely sure you are right and nothing makes that surety and righteousness like continence. Continence is the foe of heresy.
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Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
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The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.
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The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.
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In 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.
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Some writers are only born to help another writer write one sentence.
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Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
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You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.
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It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta.
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Experiencing differences is crucial to the human condition. Especially when that difference is over the head, blower powder.
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The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
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My big fish must be somewhere.
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I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be
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Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.
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There is no such thing as great writing - there is only great re-writing!
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Honor to a Spaniard, no matter how dishonest, is as real a thing as water, wine, or olive oil. There is honor among pickpockets and honor among whores. It is simply that the standards differ.
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I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.
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This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it
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The way to learn whether a person is trustworthy is to trust him.
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We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.
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Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again." "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" "Yes. I want to ruin you." "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.