Quotes from Ernest Hemingway

You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that? There is only now, and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.

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

Dentuso je bio okrutan, vješt, snažan i pametan. Ali ja sam bio pametniji od njega. A možda i nisam. Možda sam bio samo bolje oboružan. - Nemoj sad razmišljati, stari - re?e starac. - Plovi samo dalje i ne daj se kad opet do?u! Ali moram razmišljati, pomisli. Ništa mi drugo ne preostaje. To, i bejzbol.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath. Never believe any of that about a scythe and a skull, he told her. It can be two bicycle policemen as easily, or be a bird. Or it can have a wide snout like a hyena. It had moved up on him now, but it had no shape any more. It simply occupied space. Tell it to go away. It did not go away but moved a little closer. You've got a hell of a breath, he told it. You stinking bastard.

There are no men like them when they are good, but when they get bad, there's no world which is worse.

First you borrow. Then you beg.

Qué va, the boy said. There are many good fisherman and some great ones. But there is only you.

O Lord, to comport myself as a man tomorrow in the day of battle.

Was there ever a people whose leaders were as truly their enemies as this one?

I've never loved any one else the way I love you. I'm full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.' 'Stop it. Harry, why do you have to turn into a devil now?' 'I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.

If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.

Oh, in Hong Kong the millionaires had scouts all through the country. All over China. It was just like the Brooklyn Dodgers' baseball team looking for ballplayers. As soon as a beautiful girl was located in any town or village their agents bought her and she was shipped in and trained and groomed and cared for.

But I will show him what a man can do and what a man endures

He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the same places, and some new ones. You kept from thinking and it was all marvellous. You were equipped with good insides so that you did not go to pieces that way, the way most of them had, and you made an attitude that you cared nothing for the work you used to do, now that you could no longer do it.

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough. — Ernest Hemingway

feeling." "No," she said. "I think it's hell on earth.

Njega sam ubio u samoobrani - opet ?e starac naglas. - I pošteno sam ga ubio. Osim toga, pomisli, svi se me?u sobom ubijaju, na ovaj ili onaj na?in. Ribarenje me ubija koliko me i održava na životu.

your own death seemed of complete unimportance; only a thing to be avoided because it would interfere with the performance of your duty.

Pensé que todas las generaciones se pierden por algo y siempre se han perdido y siempre se perderán.

Ci sono cose che lei ama molto.Quelle di cui parlate a mensa.Ma non è amore quello,solo sfrenatezza,lussuria.Quando si ama si vuol far qualcosa per il proprio amore,sacrificarsi per esso,servire.

It's not cowardly to know what is foolish. -Neither is foolish to know what is cowardly.

Dante only made crazy people feel they could write great poetry. That was not true of course but then almost nothing was true and especially not in Africa. In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect weed-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable.

They got into a taxi and drove out to Rimmily Hissa along the Bosphorus, and around, and back in the cool night and went to bed and she felt as over-ripe as she looked but smooth, rose-petal, syrupy, smooth-bellied, big-breasted and needed no pillow under her buttocks, and he left her before she was awake looking blousy enough in the first daylight and turned up at the Pera Palace with a black eye, carrying his coat because one sleeve was missing.

Can't you let a man die as comfortably as he can without calling him names?