Ernest Hemingway Quotes - Page 27 | Just Great DataBase

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. (..) If you went there the way you feel now it would be exactly the same. This is a good town. Why don't you start living your life in Paris?

And what did last? I last, she thought. Yes, i have lasted. But for what?

You’re not an aficionado? Me? What are bulls? Animals. Brute animals. He stood up and put his hand on the small of his back. Right through the back. A cornada right through the back. For fun—you understand. He shook his head and walked away, carrying the coffee-pots. Two men were going by in the street. The waiter shouted to them. They were grave-looking. One shook his head. Muerto! he called.

Mindenkinek szüksége van arra, hogy nyíltan beszélhessen valakivel – mondta az asszony. – Azelőtt ott volt a vallás meg a többi értelmetlenség, most meg mindenkinek szüksége van valakire, akinek mindent őszintén bevallhat, mert különben akármilyen értékes ember, magányossá lesz.

He was not sure that there were any great moments. Things were not the same and now life only came in flashes.

was a gunner’s mate, said Marty. It was a lie. He had really been a chief yeoman at the time of the mutiny. But he thought now, always, that he had been a gunner’s mate. Ah. I thought you were a first-class yeoman, Karkov said. I always get my facts wrong. It is the mark of the journalist.

Montoya could forgive anything of a bull-fighter who had afición. He could forgive attacks of nerves, panic, bad unexplainable actions, all sorts of lapses. For one who had afición he could forgive anything. At once he forgave me all my friends. Without his ever saying anything they were simply a little something shameful between us, like the spilling open of the horses in bull-fighting.

Férfit meg szabad ölni. Megátalkodni is szabad. De megsérteni nem.

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. And you had a lot of luck, he told himself, to have had such a good life. You've had just as good a life as grandfather's though not as long. You've had as good a life as any one because of these last days. You do not want to complain when you have been so lucky. I wish there was some way to pass on what I've learned

To understand is to forgive. That’s not true. Forgiveness has been exaggerated.

Nobody knows what tribes we came from nor what our tribal inheritance is nor what the mysteries were in the woods where the people lived that we came from. All we know is that we do not know. We know nothing about what happens to us in the nights.

Who do you suppose has it easier? Ones with religion or just taking it straight? It comforts them very much but we know there is no thing to fear. It is only missing it that's bad. Dying is only bad when it takes a long time and hurts so much that it humiliates you. That is where you have all the luck, see? You don't have any of that.

Holdat-napot, mely odafenn világol. Akármennyit járhatom a világot, Soha el nem fogyasztom e világot.

What simplicity, the scarred-faced brother, who was called Andrés, said. And how do you explode them?

In the night he awoke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken away from him.

There isn’t any need to deny everything there’s been just because you are going to lose it.

In him, too, was despair from the sorrow that soldiers turn to hatred in order that they may continue to be soldiers. Now it was over he was lonely, detached and unelated and he hated every one he saw.

But when I am with Maria I love her so that I feel, literally, as though I would die and I never believed in that nor thought that it could happen.So if your life trades its seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know it. And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the thing to praise and I am very happy with it.

Good-by,'! he said to all those who were kneeling. 'Don't be said. To die is nothing. The only bad thing is to die at the hands of this canalla.

No. The two kinds of fools we have in Russia, Karkov grinned and began. First there is the winter fool. The winter fool comes to the door of your house and he knocks loudly. You go to the door and you see him there and you have never seen him before. He is an impressive sight. He is a very big man and he has on high boots and a fur coat and a fur hat and he is all covered with snow. First he stamps his boots and snow falls from them. Then he takes off his fur coat and shakes it and more snow falls. Then he takes off his fur hat and knocks it against the door. More snow falls from his fur hat. Then he stamps his boots again and advances into the room. Then you look at him and you see he is a fool. That is the winter fool.