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Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary...
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You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Hunger is good discipline.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.
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Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valle..
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living
life
for-whom-the-bell-tolls
ernest-hemingway
dying
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Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.
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the-sun-also-rises
darling
miserable
sad
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With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell fro..
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seasons
spring
fall
ernest-hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
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Ernest Hemingway |
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No one should be alone in their old age, he thought.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
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life
inspirational
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He'll never be frightened. He knows too damn much.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends." --
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.
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You'll ache. And you're going to love it. It will crush you. And you're still going to love all of it. Doesn't it sound lovely beyond belief?
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Ernest Hemingway |
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You are all a lost generation. [with credit to Gertrude Stein]
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
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prayer
nada
nothing
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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 every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
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personality
inspirational
eyes
looking
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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."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Then there is the other secret. There isn't any symbolysm [sic]. The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better and no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know.
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the-old-man-and-the-sea
symbolism
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This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.
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luck
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Ernest Hemingway |
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If we win here we will win everywhere. The world is a fine place and worth the fighting for and I hate very much to leave it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting.
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inspirational
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In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.
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It could be worse,' Passini said respectfully. "There is nothing worse than war." Defeat is worse." I do not believe it," Passini said still respectfully. "What is defeat? You go home."
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I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty."
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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.
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love
inspirational
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The road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed animals
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not ..
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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 no..
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love
attraction
ernest-hemingway
rich
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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.
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cycling
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.
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writing-process
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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.
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hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway |
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And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
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moveable-feast
spring
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And another thing. Don't ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Maria, 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. ..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know...
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I don't feel any way,' the girl said. 'I just know things.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?
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