Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

It was hard work walking uphill. His muscles ached and the day was hot but Nick felt happy. He felt he had left everything behind, the need for thinking, the need to write, other needs. It was all back of him.

The world breaks everyone.

It is not basically a question of the size in repose, I said. It is the size that it becomes. It is also a question of angle.

You'll not fish without eating while I'm alive.

I suppose it is just the loss of the immortality, he thought. Well, in a way that is quite a lot to lose.

We never argued about these things because I kept my mouth shut about things I did not like.

How do you feel? I feel like hell. Have another? It won't do any good. Try it. You can't tell; maybe this is the one that gets it. Hey, waiter! Another absinthe for this señor!

New means must be discovered to find room for us under the sun. Shall this be done by war or can it be done by peaceful methods? Or will we all have to move to Canada? Our deepest convictions—will Science upset them? Our civilization—is it inferior to older orders of things?

Te he visto, monada, y ya eres mía, por más que esperes a quien quieras y aunque nunca vuelva a verte, pensé. Eres mía y todo París es mío y yo soy de este cuaderno y de este lápiz.

Then that the afternoon should come; that it should come flying.

any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde

Quem me dera uma pedra para a faca, continuou, depois de ter verificado a amarração ao remo. Eu devia ter trazido uma pedra. Devias ter trazido muitas coisas. Mas não as trouxeste, meu velho. E agora já não é ocasião de pensar no que não tens. Pensa no que podes fazer com o que há.

Up up up and into nowhere

Quién va a corromperle a usted? ¿Quién corrompe a un joven como usted, que bebe alcohol de quemar, con una botella de Marsala?

In the chair, watching the fire and thinking of Pop and how sad it was that he was not immortal, and how happy I was that he had been able to be with us so much, that we'd been lucky enough to have three or four things together that were like the Old Days along with just the happiness of being together and talking and joking, I fell asleep.

Sylvia had a lively, sharply sculptured face, brown eyes that were as alive as a small animal's and as gay as a young girl's, and wavy brown hair that was brushed back from her fine forehead and cut thick below her ears and at the line of the collar of the brown velvet jacket she wore. She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip. No one that I ever knew was nicer to me.

It was like mentioning one general favourably to another general. You could always mention a general, though, that the general you were talking to had beaten. The general you were talking to would praise the beaten general greatly and go happily into detail on how he had beaten him.

He thought of all the time in his life he had spent gambling.

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.

I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always 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.

En esta guerra se hacen muchas tonterías —dijo Agustín—. En esta guerra la idiotez no tiene límites.

Listen, Jake, he said, are you really a Catholic? Technically. What does that mean? I don't know.

Don't you know it is wrong to kill? Yes. But you do it? Yes. And you still believe absolutely that your cause is right? Yes.

It was not her fault that when he went to her he was already over. How could a woman know that you meant nothing that you said: that you spoke only from habit and to be comfortable