A Farewell to Arms quotes

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.

All right. I’m afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.

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.

There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity.

Anger was washed away in the river along with any obligation.

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’m not a bit afraid. It’s just a dirty trick.

“I don’t know,” I said. “There isn’t always an explanation for everything.”

“Wine is a grand thing,” I said. “It makes you forget all the bad.”

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.

Well, I knew I would not be killed. Not in this war. It did not have anything to do with me.

There are some people who never realize. There are people who are afraid of their officers. It is with them that war is made.

I went out swiftly, all of myself, and I knew I was dead and that it had all been a mistake to think you just died.

They were beaten when they took them from their farms and put them in the army. That is why the peasant has wisdom, because he is defeated from the start.

The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.

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

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.”