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141 " So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. "
― Ernest Hemingway , Death in the Afternoon
142 " You’re beautiful. You walk wonderfully and if I were here and saw you now for the first time I’d be in love with you. If I saw you for the first time everything would turn over inside of me and I’d ache right through my chest. "
― Ernest Hemingway
143 " Here's the beautiful lady with the beer. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Sun Also Rises
144 " All things truly wicked start from innocence. "
145 " As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans. "
― Ernest Hemingway , A Moveable Feast
146 " Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway
147 " We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Wild Years
148 " It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Old Man and the Sea
149 " My heart's broken,' he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken. "
150 " We are all broken, that's how the light gets in. "
151 " Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Slop. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I'm deaf with it. Love is that aborting horror you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It's half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is you making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to say anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I'm through with you and I'm through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer. "
― Ernest Hemingway , To Have and Have Not
152 " That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you. "
― Ernest Hemingway , A Farewell to Arms
153 " They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure. "
154 " I still need some more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My health is the main capital I have and I want to administer it intelligently. "
― Ernest Hemingway , On Writing
155 " Look at the ugliness. Yet one has a feeling within one that blinds a man while he loves you. You, with that feeling, blind him, and blind yourself. Then, one day, for no reason, he sees you as ugly as you really are and he is not blind anymore and then you see yourself as ugly as he sees you and you lose your man and your feeling... "
156 " You know I'm no squealer, Harry.''You're a rummy. But no matter how rum dumb you get, if you ever talk about that, I promise you.''I'm a good man,' he said. 'You oughtn't to talk to me like that.''They can't make it fast enough to keep you a good man,' I told him. But I didn't worry about him any more because who was going to believe him? "
157 " You're going to have things to repent, boy,' Mr. John had told Nick. 'That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Nick Adams Stories
158 " He had never quarreled much with this woman, while with the women that he loved he had quarreled so much they had finally, always, with the corrosion of the quarreling, killed what they had together. He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out. "
― Ernest Hemingway , The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories
159 " He was too simple to wonder when he had attained humility. But he knew he had attained it and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride. "
160 " Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. "