Fear of death increases in exact proportion to increase in wealth.
Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it’s made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.
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…
Being against evil doesn’t make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide… I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you’re fighting.
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.
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.
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Ernest Hemingway
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.
Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.
The fish is my friend too… I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
This is a good place, he said.There’s a lot of liquor, I agreed.
But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
Never fall in love?”
“Always,” said the count. “I am always in love.
Ernest Hemingway