Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

But I won't keep a count of people I have killed as though it were a trophy record or a disgusting business like notches in a gun, he told himself. I have a right to not keep count and I have a right to forget them. No, himself said. You have no right to forget anything. You have no right to shut your eyes to any of it nor any right to forget any of it nor to soften it nor to change it.

I wish we had horses to ride, Maria said. In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness.

After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.

This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

But when we sit together, close,´ said Bernard, ´we melt into each other with phrases.´

Imagination] is the one thing beside honesty that a good writer must have. The more he learns from experience the more he can imagine. If he gets so he can imagine truly enough people will think that the things he relates all really happened and that he is just reporting.

Ay, he said aloud. There is no translation for this word and perhaps it is just a noise such as a man might make, involuntarily, feeling the nail go through his hands and into the wood.

Remember that he who conquers himself is greater than the one who conquers a city.

There was nothing to do about him. It was Easter Sunday and the Fascists were advancing toward the Ebro. It was a gray overcast day with a low ceiling so their planes were not up. That and the fact that cats know how to look after themselves was all the good luck that old man would ever have.

He was fairly happy, except that, like many people living in Europe, he would rather have been in America, and he had discovered writing.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.

Vice is a wonderful thing, Catherine said. The people who go in for it seem to have good taste about it.

I learned to understand Cézanne much better and to see truly how he made landscapes when I was hungry. I used to wonder if he were hungry too when he painted; but I thought possibly it was only that he had forgotten to eat. It was one of those unsound but illuminating thoughts you have when you have been sleepless or hungry. Later I thought Cézanne was probably hungry in a different way.

The road of the pass was hard and smooth and not yet dusty in the early morning.

Yo no quería darte un beso de despedida ese era el problema . Quería darte un beso de buenas noches. Hay una gran diferencia

Easy reading is hard writing

The whole thing seemed to run better while I was away.

He can't have gone, he said Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it. The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy.

It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldering.

I'd be glad to kiss you if you don't mind.

You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat.

I don't know. I only think the Austrians will not stop when they have won a victory. It is in defeat that we become Christian. The Austrians are Christians-- except for the Bosnians. I don't mean technically Christian. I mean like Our Lord. He said nothing. We are all gentler now because we are beaten. How would our Lord have been f Peter had rescued him in the Garden?

He was not sure that there were any great moments. Things were not the same and now life only came in flashes.