Ernest Hemingway quotes

I’m not brave any more, darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me. I know it now.

Because we’re going to have a strange life.

At the start of the winter came the permanent rain and with the rain came the cholera. But it was checked and in the end only seven thousand died of it in the army.

He looked very dead. It was raining. I had liked him as well as any one I ever knew.

“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, “that’s what I want too.”

“If everybody would not attack the war would be over,” Manera said.

I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things.

“They may crack,” she said. “Anybody may crack.”

“No,” I said. “I was blown up while we were eating cheese.”

It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot.

“I’m not sick,” I said, “I’m wounded.”

You’ll die then. Fight or die. That’s what people do. They don’t marry.

It was as though we met again after each of us had been away on a long journey.

Perhaps wars weren’t won any more. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years’ War.

You always feel trapped biologically.

“They won’t get us,” I said. “Because you’re too brave. Nothing ever happens to the brave.”

I never think. No, by God, I don’t think; I operate.

We never get anything. We are born with all we have and we never learn. We never get anything new. We all start complete.

It is in defeat that we become Christian.

Doctors did things to you and then it was not your body any more.

It’s not deserting from the army. It’s only the Italian army.

There was fighting in the mountains and at night we could see the flashes from the artillery. In the dark it was like summer lightning, but the nights were cool and there was not the feeling of a storm coming.

The priest was good but dull. The officers were not good but dull. The King was good but dull. The wine was bad but not dull.

But there in my country it is understood that a man may love God. It is not a dirty joke.

“If you are going to shoot me,” the lieutenant-colonel said, “please shoot me at once without further questioning. The questioning is stupid.”