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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6221654 | Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 370fa5d | I take many things seriously. Rudyard Kipling, Harper Lee, Oscar Wilde, and Elmore Leonard are all held in the highest regard. I am dead serious when I discuss the many reasons that Ernest Hemingway's greatest contribution to literature was his generous decision to take his own life. I will not be sucked into a discussion of politics by people who prefer emotion to reason. The designated hitter is an abomination, and the day pitchers and ca.. | Brian D. Meeks | ||
| 4965666 | one cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafes, of all chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month, of the great slow horses of the outer boulevards, of book shops, of kiosques, and of galleries, of the Parc Montsouris, of the Stade Buffalo, and of the Butte Chaumont, of the Guaranty Trust Company and the Ile de la Cite, of Foyot's old hotel, and of being able to read and relax in the evenin.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 571926d | Mice: But reading all the good writers might discourage you. Y.C.: Then you ought to be discouraged. | literature reading writing writers-on-reading encouragement skill writers | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 2a9b7e3 | How good a book is should be judged by the man who writes it by the excellence of the material that he eliminates. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 1d02f3f | He had only one thing to do and that was what he should think about and he must think it out clearly and take everything as it came along, and not worry. To worry was a bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult. | worry | Ernest Hemingway | |
| 7e7f79b | Then he began to pity the great fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is, he thought. Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely. Perhaps he is too wise to jump. He could ruin me by jumping or by a wild rush. But perhaps he has been hooked many times before and he knows that this is how he should make his fight. He cannot know it is only one man against him, nor that it is an o.. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 0db2ef0 | I wish we had horses to ride," Maria said. "In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 12b147c | He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 688695e | This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 5015a42 | He can't have gone, he said "Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it." The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy." | hope | Ernest Hemingway | |
| aa64262 | It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldering. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 1b91271 | We're no kin," Thomas Hudson said. "We just used to live in the same town and make some of the same mistakes." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 26a5631 | I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me. | reading | Ernest Hemingway | |
| e0aae08 | This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| e85022b | I was just bathing." "Aren't you the fortunate man. Bathing." "Only a shower." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| ddb4ea0 | Good-bye, you chaps," Mike said. "It was a damned fine fiesta." "So long, Mike," Bill said. "I'll see you around," I said. "Don't worry about money," Mike said. "You can pay for the car, Jake, and I'll send you my share." "So long, Mike." "So long, you chaps. You've been damned nice." We all shook hands. We waved from the car to Mike. He stood in the road watching." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3f5e2f7 | I'm fonder of you than anybody on earth. I couldn't tell you that in New York. It'd mean I was a faggot. That was what the Civil War was about. Abraham Lincoln was a faggot. He was in love with General Grant. So was Jefferson Davis. Lincoln just freed the slaves on a bet. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3c3c007 | It is silly not to hope, | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| e123545 | I was pretty well through with the subject. At one time or another I had probably considered it from most of its various angles, including the one that certain injuries or imperfections are a subject of merriment while remaining quite serious for the person possessing them. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 2497407 | If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks everyone 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. | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 3a9eb60 | And Barcelona. You should see Barcelona." "How is it?" "It is all still comic opera. First it was the paradise of the crackpots and the romantic revolutionists. Now it is the paradise of the fake soldier. The soldiers who like to wear uniforms, who like to strut and swagger and wear red-and-black scarves. Who like everything about war except to fight. Valencia makes you sick and Barcelona makes you laugh." | Ernest Hemingway | ||
| 91eeac9 | Some would fight for any cause, some for none at all. | George R.R. Martin | ||
| b6ca77c | If a female fainted easily, could not abide spiders, feared thunderstorms, ghosts, and highwaymen, ate only tiny portions, collapsed after a brief walk, and wept when she had to add a column of numbers, she was considered the feminine ideal. | Charlotte Gordon | ||
| 3dad0aa | The art of cinema begins with scraping the chewing gum off the seats. | Theodore Roszak | ||
| a527361 | The fact of the matter is that readers and audiences are never blank slates: individuals see in a work whatever they need to see at that moment. | Christopher Bram | ||
| d1dca48 | Why did you lift your top the other night in my office? Why did you flash your breasts at me like that?" he asked, his voice very low, his grey eyes intent on her. "I don't know," she whispered. "Liar," he said, and then he closed the distance between them and his hands were cupping her face and his mouth was lowering toward hers and her heart was beating so hard and fast it was a wonder it didn't explode." | Sarah Mayberry | ||
| 099651a | I still judge every joyous moment, every victory and revelation against those few seconds of living | Tim Winton | ||
| 24fdfb5 | There's a sad feeling in a place people have just walked out of and left behind. | Tim Winton | ||
| 44f35c3 | But I spose the women and the children was the closest. There's something about the men just stops them being able. | Tim Winton | ||
| 87eb44c | It takes chracter to refuse a man you love more dearly than life merely because marrying him would be the wrong thing to do. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 3867d9f | Ah, those eyes," he said. "They can speak volumes, but sometimes even I cannot translate the language. And we never did invent enough signs for deeper thoughts and feelings." | Mary Balogh | ||
| 27f168d | Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity? How could she have felt like that without love? Was love essential? Did it even exist - the love she had dreamed of her life? If it did, it was too late now for her to find it. Must she make do with this instead, then? Only this? Pleasure without love? | peace pleasure | Mary Balogh | |
| 2af640a | People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it. | romantic passion romance love regency-romance regency | Mary Balogh | |
| 7e9feef | He asked me not to kill myself - asked, not told. His wife had done that, he told me, and it was in a sense the ultimate act of selfishness since it left behind untold and endless suffering for those who had witnessed it and been unable to do anything to prevent it. And so I remained alive. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 4fcac11 | I think it is more tha6 the sea is a reminder of how little control we have over our own lives no matter how carefully we try to plan and order them. Everything changes in ways we least expect, and everything is frighteningly vast. We are so small. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 87042da | We must, as we grow older and wiser, be able to allow all the pain to seep out of our bones and our souls so that we can start again. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 180fe37 | But he was not Matthew. He was everything that Matthew was not. He was safety and comfort and warmth. He was home. He was everything in the world that was hope and sunshine. He took a step toward her and opened his arms to her, and she was in those arms without ever knowing how the distance between them had closed. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 0bf831b | One longs and longs to be grown up, doesn't one?," she said, "I dreamed of being eighteen and having a Season and meeting handsome gentlemen even apart from Dominic and falling in love with them and marrying him and living happily ever after. But life is not nearly as that simple when one finally does grow up." | growing-up | Mary Balogh | |
| f8907be | I am afraid that it will all be ruined. It is like stepping out into the darkness when one has a world of light and warmth behind one. | love warmth | Mary Balogh | |
| b01924a | Did everyone make the most ghastly blunders at regularly intervals through their life and live to regret them ever afterward? Was everyone's life filled with confusing and contradictory mix of guilt and innocence, hatred and love, concern and unconcern, and any number of other pairings of polar opposites? Or were most people one thing or the other - good or bad, cheerful or crotchety, generous or miserly, and so on. | nature people | Mary Balogh | |
| b8d4db5 | Perhaps we should do the learning - and learn not to communicate, or to do it in a different way. Now there is a thought. Perhaps we could learn your peace if we could share your silence. | Mary Balogh | ||
| 1a6a739 | Would she be able to bear never seeing him again? Never in this life? | seeing | Mary Balogh | |
| 27a42f7 | Sou todas as pessoas que ja fui - esclareceu - e todas as experiencias que vivi. Nao tenho de fazer opcoes. Nao tenho de renegar uma identidade para poder reclamar outra. Sou quem sou." In "Uma noite de amor" | Mary Balogh |