Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

Quisiera ser el pez - pensó - con todo lo que tiene frente a mi voluntad y mi inteligencia solamente.

I misjudged you, Harvey said. You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development.

There is no way for you to get what you need and you will never have what you want again. But there are various palliative measures you should take. Go ahead. Take one.

The punishment of hunger, and that he is against something that he does not comprehend, is everything.

I'm glad I remembered to make it an order, he thought. That helps him out. That takes some of the curse off. I hope it does, anyway.

he had always had a great tolerance which seemed the nicest thing about him if it were not the most sinister. All

El secreto de la sabiduría, del poder y del conocimiento es la humildad

Bana bak, Billy, bir s?r vereyim sana. Ne varsa çarÅŸaflarda var, Billy. Kad?nlardan uzak dur, atlardan uzak dur, sonra durdu, kartallardan uzak dur, Billy. Atlar? seven atlar? bulur, kartallar? seven kartallar? bulur. Durdu, ba??n? çarÅŸaf?n alt?na soktu. Gitmem gerekiyor dedi Uçan Billy Turner. Kad?nlar? seven içkiyi bulur dedi William Campbell. Atlar? seven...

To kill them teaches nothing," Anselmo said. "You cannot exterminate them because from their seed comes more with greater hatred. Prison is nothing. Prison only makes hatred.

Ä°yiyim. Git sen. Ben biraz yataca??m. ÖÄŸleye doÄŸru kalkar?m. Ama Mr. Turner öÄŸle vakti William Campbell'in odas?na geldiÄŸinde William Campbell uyuyordu, Mr Turner da hayatta nelerin deÄŸerli olduÄŸunu bildiÄŸi için onu uyand?rmad?.

If he had known how many men in history have had to use a hill to die on it would not have cheered him any for, in the moment he was passing through, men are not impressed by what has happened to other men in similar circumstances any more than a widow of one day is helped by the knowledge that other loved husbands have died.

Can you imagine anyone making wine because it tastes like strawberries?

Everything looked sharp and clear, and the town smelt of the early morning.

The God takes care for drunks

Let them all go to hell, except the people, and then, when they come to power, we must be dam cautious to see what they will become.

Qué va, the boy said. There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you. Thank you. You make me happy. I hope no fish will come along so great that he will prove us wrong. There is no such fish if you are still strong as you say. I may not be as strong as I think, the old man said. But I know many tricks and I have resolution.

Maybe I have had all my life in three days, he thought. If that's true I wish we would have spent the last night differently. But last nights are never any good. Last nothings are any good.

they're too big. If that doesn't offer a pleasure, then why do fishing?

Fight them," he said. "I'll fight them until I die." But

Por entonces, ya había descubierto que todo, lo bueno y lo malo, deja un vacío cuando se interrumpe. Pero si se trata de algo malo, el vacío acaba llenándose por sí solo. Mientras que el vacío de algo bueno solo puede llenarse descubriendo algo mejor.

Night plans aren't any good in the morning. The way you think at night is no good in the morning.

Don't ever kid yourself about loving someone. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. What you have...whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

Mary's extremely nice cousin had given us two small square sacking-covered pillows filled with balsam needles. I always slept with mine under my neck or, if I slept on my side, with my ear on it. It was the smell of Michigan when I was a boy and I wished I could have had a sweet-grass basket to keep it in when we traveled and to have under the mosquito net in the bed at night.

He was a boy born to be quite wicked who was being very good and he carried his wickedness around with him transmuted into a sort of teasing gaiety. But he was a bad boy and the others knew it and he knew it. He was just being good while his badness grew inside him.