Ernest Hemingway

And how much better to die in all the happy period of undisillusioned youth, to go out in a blaze of light, than to have your body worn out and old and illusions shattered.

The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.

The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.

They were beaten to start with. They were beaten when they took them from their farms and put them in the army. That is why the peasant has wisdom, because he is defeated from the start. Put him in power and see how wise he is.

Everything that's innocent to us is crazy to them.

The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea.

When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.

Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.

You'll lose it, if you talk about it

I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another's company and aid in consultation.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.

Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.

The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.

I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.

There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.