Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

wars are fought by the finest people that there are, or just say people, although, the closer you are to where they are fighting, the finer people you meet; but they are made, provoked and initiated by straight economic rivalries and by swine that stand to profit from them. I believe that all the people who stand to profit by a war and who help provoke it should be shot on the first day it starts by accredited representatives of the loyal citizens of their country who will fight it.

But none of these scars were fresh,They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO You like music? How would I not

But she was delightful and charming and welcoming and behind her, as high as the wall and stretching out into the back room which gave onto the inner court of the building, were the shelves and shelves of the richness of the library.

than those damn—Oh hell, I can't even remember the name of them." "You're not supposed to swear when we are around," Thomas Hudson corrected. "I'm sorry, papa," the small boy said. "I can't help it that I'm so damn young. I'm sorry again. I mean so young.

The rifle and the pistol are still the equalizer when one man is more of a man than another, and if…he is really smart…he will get a permit to carry one and then drop around to Abercrombie and Fitch and buy himself a .22 caliber Colt automatic pistol, '''Woodsman model''', with a five-inch barrel and a box of shells. I advise him to get lubricated hollow points to avoid jams and to ensure a nice expansion on the bullet. He might even get several boxes and practice a little…

In the old days he would not have worried, but the fighting part of him was tired now, along with the other part, and he was alone in all of this now and he lay on the big, wide, old bed and could neither read nor sleep.

What is mashing?" "It is one of the most heinous of crimes," his father answered. Nick's imagination pictured the great tenor doing something strange, bizarre, and heinous with a potato masher to a beautiful lady who looked like the pictures of Anna Held on the inside of cigar boxes. He resolved, with considerable horror, that when he was old enough he would try mashing at least once.

It is in defeat that we become Christian.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO You'll be one. Everybody gets what they want. That's what they always tell me.

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO I thought the pain alone would kill me

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIO Tonight, sent by the police, they come to serenade me.He laughed, then tapped his stomach.-I cannot laugh yet. As musicians they are fatal

They are good, he said. They play and make jokes and love one another. They are our brothers like the flying fish.

You are not supposed to like things. Only to understand

Ma che cosa posso raccontare a questa ragazza, ora, in questa fredda mattina ventosa al Gritti Palace Hotel? "Che cosa vorresti sapere, Figlia?" le chiese "Tutto quanto." "Va bene" disse il colonnello. "Incominciamo.

Let us sleep," he said, and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him, and he said, "Sleep well, little long rabbit.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch

As the Sun rises,so shall the sadness disappear.It's like the mist

the world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places

We both touched wood on the café table and the waiter came to see what it was we wanted. But what we wanted not he, nor anyone else, nor knocking on wood or marble, as this café table-top was, could ever bring us. But we did not know it that night and we were very happy.

No one lives his whole life besides toreadors.

I must hold his pain where it is, he thought. Mine does not matter. I can control mine. But his pain could drive him mad. After

THE GAMBLER,THE NUN & THE RADIO If I live long enough the luck will change.

You have killed? Robert Jordan asked. Yes. Several times. But not with pleasure. To me it is a sin to kill a man. Even fascists whom we must kill. Yet you have killed. Yes. And will again. But if I live later, I will try to live in such a way, doing no harm to any one, that it will be forgiven. By whom? Who knows? Since we do not have God here anymore, who forgives, I do not know.