Ernest Hemingway Quotes - Page 3

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

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

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye - that was the trouble - I wanted to kiss you good night - and there's a lot of difference.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.
Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?

God knows I had not wanted to fall in love with her. I had not wanted to fall in love with any one. But God knows I had and I lay on the bed in the room of the hospital in Milan and all sorts of things went through my head but I felt wonderful...

Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.

Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.

The man who has begun to live more seriously within begins to live more simply without

All thinking men are atheists.

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.

Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.

You are going to die like a dog for no good reason

There isnt always an explanation for everything.

No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.

Don't you believe I love you? Don't know how I can make you believe. I didn't want to kiss you goodbye-that was the trouble-I wanted to kiss you goodnight. […] Of course I love you. I love you all the time. […] I'd like to hold you and kiss you so that you wouldn't doubt whether I wanted to or not.