Ernest Hemingway quotes about a woman's independence

You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch.

It’s sort of what we have instead of God.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy’s. She started all that.

I can’t help it. I’ve never been able to help anything.

“My God!” said Brett, “the things a woman goes through.”

I looked and saw her coming through the crowd in the square, walking, her head up, as though the fiesta were being staged in her honor, and she found it pleasant and amusing.

“I’m damned bad for a religious atmosphere,” Brett said. “I’ve the wrong type of face.”

“I’m going back to Mike.” I could feel her crying as I held her close. “He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.”

That would be different. It’s my fault, Jake. It’s the way I’m made.