Ernest Hemingway quotes about love

No one you love is ever dead.

That is not love. That is only passion and lust. When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

No I’m not. But life isn’t hard to manage when you’ve nothing to lose.

Poor, poor dear Cat. And this was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.

But after I had got them out and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.

God knows I had not wanted to fall in love with her. I had not wanted to fall in love with any one.

It’s all right. Keep right on lying to me. That’s what I want you to do.

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

Only being sent away from you. You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others.

The war seemed as far away as the football games of some one else’s college.

Oh, darling, I want you so much I want to be you too.

Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.

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.

We knew the baby was very close now and it gave us both a feeling as though something were hurrying us and we could not lose any time together.

I knew I did not love Catherine Barkley nor had any idea of loving her. This was a game, like bridge, in which you said things instead of playing cards.

The night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.

Because we’re going to have a strange life.

“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.”

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.

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

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

“Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”

“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”