Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

had stopped at the Montoya for several years. We never talked for very long at a time. It was simply the pleasure of discovering what we each felt.

world breaks every one 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. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Pero incluso cuando uno ha aprendido a no mirar a las familias ni escucharlas ni contestar a las cartas, la familia encuentra algún modo de hacerse peligrosa.

Ahora no es el momento de pensar en lo que no tienes. Piensa lo que puedes hacer con lo que hay.

Kiss me just once more before we get there

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I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.

L'amore è l'amore e il divertimento è divertimento. Ma c'è sempre un tale silenzio quando muore un pesciolino rosso.

Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Primero pides prestado; luego pides limosna.

When you love, you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

One can learn about wines and pursue the education of one's palate with great enjoyment all of a lifetime, the palate becoming more educated and capable of appreciation and you having constantly increasing enjoyment and appreciation of wine even though the kidneys may weaken, the big toe become painful, the finger joints stiffen, until finally, just when you love it the most you are finally forbidden wine entirely.

Un uomo intelligente a volte è costretto a ubriacarsi per passare il tempo tra gli idioti.

Our pleasures, which were those of being in love, were as simple and still as mysterious and complicated as a simple mathematical formula that can mean all happiness or can mean the end of the world.

In the early days writing in Paris I would invent not only from my own experience but from the experiences and knowledge of my friends and all the people I had known, or met since I could remember, who were not writers. I was very lucky always that my best friends were not writers and to have known many intelligent people who were articulate.

The sadness will dissipate as the sun rises. It is like a mist.

A writer's problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in changes but his problem remains the same. It is always how to write truly and, having found what is true, to project it in such a way that it becomes a part of the experience of the person who reads it.

Tengo miedo de morir.

I am afraid to die, Pilar,' he said. 'Tengo miedo de morir. Dost thou understand?' " 'Then get out of bed,' I said to him. 'There is not room in one bed for me and thee and thy fear all together.

We never talked for very long at a time. It was simply the pleasure of discovering what we each felt.

Má»—i ngày là má»™t ngày má»›i. G?p may thì t?t hÆ¡n. NhÆ°ng mình Æ°a sá»± chính xác. ?? khi v?n may ??n thì mình Ä'ã s?n sàng.

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after everyone else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking.

A Farewell to Arms To

Why did you do it? — I don't know. There isn't always an explanation for everything. — Oh isn't there? I was brought up to think there was. — That's awfully nice. — Do we have to go on and talk this way? — No. — That's a relief. Isn't it?