And you treat me wonderfully and keep all your promises. Ernest Hemingway More Quotes by Ernest Hemingway More Quotes From Ernest Hemingway Don't you like to write letters? I do because it's such a swell way to keep from working and yet feel you've done something. Ernest Hemingway done letters writing I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time. Ernest Hemingway worst-times comic strange There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life. Ernest Hemingway hangover wall morning Wine is the most civilized thing in the world. Ernest Hemingway vineyards wine world For what are we born if not to aid one another? Ernest Hemingway aids born ifs I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he was as poor as we are and would understand. Ernest Hemingway baseball men father For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can. Ernest Hemingway good-luck writing long it wasn't by accident that the Gettysburg address was so short. Ernest Hemingway prose-writing addresses gettysburg There are events which are so great that if a writer has participated in them his obligation is to write truly rather than assume the presumption of altering them with invention. Ernest Hemingway assuming events writing You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice. Ernest Hemingway gigs luck practice You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development. Ernest Hemingway moron cases development The best way is to read it all every day from the start, correcting as you go along, then go on from where you stopped the day before. When it gets so long that you can't do this every day read back two or three chapters each day; then each week read it all from the start. That's how you make it all of one piece. Ernest Hemingway writing two long When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. Ernest Hemingway moveable-feast problem spring I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference. Ernest Hemingway good-night goodbye relationship Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times. Ernest Hemingway air love people In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason. Ernest Hemingway dog war peace Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war. Ernest Hemingway memorial-day veterans-day military I was always embarresed by the words 'sacred,' 'glorious,' and 'sacrifice' and the expression 'in vain.' We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them on proclamations that were slapped up by billposters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stock yards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. Ernest Hemingway sacrifice business rain Most people are heartless about turtles because a turtle's heart will beat for hours after he has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too and my feet and hands are like theirs. Ernest Hemingway cutting heart men Keep right on lying to me. That's what I want you to do. Ernest Hemingway farewell-to-arms want lying
