TIMELY WISDOM

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Ernest Hemingway Quotes 4



“It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises




“He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories





“Strong in all the Broken Places”

Ernest Hemingway



“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you feel that it all happened to you and after which it all belongs to you.”

Ernest Hemingway





“Never fall in love?"

"Always," said the count. "I am always in love.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises




“I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories





“I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”

Ernest Hemingway






“Religion is the opium of the poor”

Ernest Hemingway






“I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.”

Ernest Hemingway



“You bitch,' he said. 'You rich bitch. That's poetry. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories




“A man can be destroyed but not defeated.”

Ernest Hemingway




“Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea




“You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises




“Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something.”

Ernest Hemingway





“So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories


“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.”

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls





“He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea




“From things that happened and from things as they exist and from all the things you know and all those you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if you make it well enough, you give it immortality.

That is why you write and for no other reason that you know of...”

Ernest Hemingway





“All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.”

Ernest Hemingway





“I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.”

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls



“I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me.”

Ernest Hemingway




“The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear or it may be the wreck of his whole damn life and one is as good as the other.”

Ernest Hemingway



“its pretty to think so”

Ernest Hemingway



“Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises





“But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.”

Ernest Hemingway, Islands in the Stream

                          


“My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'

We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast



“He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast




“Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises



“Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast




“Read anything I write for the pleasure of reading it. Whatever else you find will be the measure of what you brought to the reading.”

Ernest Hemingway




“A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms




“But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms





“It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.”

Ernest Hemingway
tags: a-farewell-to-arms, fear, rain




“If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water”

Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon





“You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.”

Ernest Hemingway




“I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast




“You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch."

"Yes."

"It's sort of what we have instead of God.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises



“No animal has more liberty than the cat, but it buries the mess it makes. The cat is the best anarchist.”

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls



“We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.”

Ernest Hemingway, The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber





“It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.”

Ernest Hemingway




“He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for fifty years, ever since he first smiled...”

Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees





“Kilimanjaro is a snow-covered mountain 19,710 feet high, and is said to be the highest mountain in Africa. Its western summit is called the Masai 'Ngaje Ngai', the House of God. Close to the western summit there is a dried and frozen carcas of a leopard. No one has explained what the leopard was seeking at that altitude.”

Ernest Hemingway
tags: snows-of-kilimanjaro



“I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."

"I want to go home and into bed."

"We are of two different kinds," the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. "It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night. I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the cafe.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Clean Well Lighted Place





“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. It's been that way all this year. It's been that way so many times. All of war is that way.”

Ernest Hemingway




“You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?”

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms





“The world is a fine place and worth fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.”

Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls




“Before you act, listen.

Before you react, think.

Before you spend, earn.

Before you criticize, wait.

Before you pray, forgive.

Before you quit, try.”

Ernest Hemingway





“The shortest answer is doing the thing.”

Ernest Hemingway






“When you have two people who love each other, are happy and gay and really good work is being done by one or both of them, people are drawn to them as surely as migrating birds are drawn at night to a powerful beacon. If the two people were as solidly constructed as the beacon there would be little damage except to the birds. Those who attract people by their happiness and their performance are usually inexperienced. They do not know how not to be overrun and how to go away. They do not always learn about the good, the attractive, the charming, the soon-beloved, the generous, the understanding rich who have no bad qualities and who give each day the quality of a festival and who, when they have passed and taken the nourishment they needed, leave everything deader than the roots of any grass Attila's horses' hooves have ever scoured.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast




“Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.”

Ernest Hemingway



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