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Ernest Hemingway quotes about loneliness

9 quotations, each verified against its source and credited to the work it comes from — the wording as Ernest Hemingway wrote or said it, not as the internet passes it around. Drawn from the 165 in the full collection.

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I don’t know. Everybody ought to have some place to go.
Frederic Henry (dialogue) · Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929), Book Two, Chapter 23
We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others.
Frederic (narration) · Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929), Book Four, Chapter 34
Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.
Catherine Barkley (dialogue) · Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929), Book Five, Chapter 38
We mustn’t. Because there’s only us two and in the world there’s all the rest of them. If anything comes between us we’re gone and then they have us.
Catherine Barkley (dialogue) · Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929), Book Two, Chapter 21
The night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
Frederic (narration) · Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929), Book Four, Chapter 34
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
Jake (narration) · Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926), Book One, Chapter 4
It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company.
Jake (narration) · Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926), Book Three, Chapter 19
The three of us sat at the table, and it seemed as though about six people were missing.
Jake (narration) · Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926), Book Two, Chapter 18
You were the only friend I had, and I loved Brett so.
Robert Cohn (dialogue) · Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926), Book Two, Chapter 17

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