Quotes by Ernest Hemingway

“You dont get to be old bein no fool.....”

“Oak Park is a neighborhood of wide lawns and narrow minds.”

“The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.”

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Maybe...youll fall in love with me all over again.Hell, I said, I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?Yes. I want to ruin you.Good, I said. Thats what I want too.

I didnt want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and theres a lot of difference.

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

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

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

Why, darling, I dont live at all when Im not with you.

Im with you. No matter what else you have in your head Im with you and I love you.

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

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.

His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterflys wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.

Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until Im deaf with it. Love is that dirty aborting horror that you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. Its half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. Im through with you and Im through with love.

How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. Id like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.

Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

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.

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...