Great Throughts Treasury

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Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

He was going to sleep a little while. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another street. It went in pairs, on bicycles, and moved absolutely silently on the pavements.

Guilt | Knowledge | Right | Story | Writing |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.

Life | Life | Love |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

Switzerland is a small, steep country, much more up and down than sideways, and is all stuck over with large brown hotels built on the cuckoo clock style of architecture.

Cowardice | Failure | Good | Reason | Failure |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before; and not too damned much after. Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.

Art | Knowledge | Man | Time | Art |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.

Good | Happy | Love | Man | People | Wife |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can't expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone. The party's over and you are with your hostess now. I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.

Knowledge | Need | Receive |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

No. The two kinds of fools we have in Russia, Karkov grinned and began. First there is the winter fool. The winter fool comes to the door of your house and he knocks loudly. You go to the door and you see him there and you have never seen him before. He is an impressive sight. He is a very big man and he has on high boots and a fur coat and a fur hat and he is all covered with snow. First he stamps his boots and snow falls from them. Then he takes off his fur coat and shakes it and more snow falls from them, then he takes off his fur hat and knocks it against the door. More snow falls from his fur hat. Then he stamps his boots again and advances into the room. Then you look at him and you see he is a fool. That is the winter fool. Now in the summer you see a fool going down the street and he is waving his arms and jerking his head from side to side and everybody from two hundred yards away can tell he is a fool. that is a summer fool. This economist is a winter fool.

Knowledge | Words |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.

Dirty | Genius | Happy | Heart | Hell | Little | Love | Right | Afraid |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

Day | Good | Happy | Little | Love | People | Qualities | Understanding | Work | Happiness | Learn |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

You don't have to destroy me. Do you? I'm only a woman who loves you and wants to do what you want to do. I've been destroyed two or three times already. You wouldn't want to destroy me again, would you?

Kill | Love | Pride | Sin |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

Luck is a thing that comes in many forms and who can recognize her?

Dirty | Happy | Hell | Little | Love | Right | Afraid |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.

Love |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

You know it makes one feel rather good deciding not to be a bitch. Yes. It's sort of what we have instead of God.

Love | Mind |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

Mean everything in the world to you after you bought it. Simple exchange of values. You give them money. They give you a stuffed dog... all right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

Enough | Love |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

Viva my husband who was Mayor of this town.

Good | People | Taste |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead.

Love | Sacrifice |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

I've seen a lot of patriots and they all died just like anybody else if it hurt bad enough and once they were dead their patriotism was only good for legends; it was bad for their prose and made them write bad poetry. If you are going to be a great patriot, i.e., loyal to any existing order of government (not one who wishes to destroy the existing for something better), you want to be killed early if your life and works won't stink.

Devil | Love | Man | Poetry |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

One battle doesn't make a campaign but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole goddamn war.

Death | Pleasure | Writing | Vice |

Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway

When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely. The city had accommodated itself to winter, there was good wood for sale at the wood and coal place across our street, and there were braziers outside of many of the good cafes so that you could keep warm on the terraces. Our own apartment was warm and cheerful. We burned boulets which were molded, egg-shaped lumps of coal dust, on the wood fire, and on the streets the winter light was beautiful. Now you were accustomed to see the bare trees against the sky and you walked on the fresh- washed gravel paths through the Luxembourg Gardens in the clear sharp wind. The trees were sculpture without their leaves when you were reconciled to them, and the winter winds blew across the surfaces of the ponds and the fountains blew in the bright light. All the distances were short now since we had been in the mountains. Because of the change in altitude I did not notice the grade of the hills except with pleasure, and the climb up to the top floor of the hotel where I worked, in a room that looked across all the roofs and the chimneys of the high hill of the quarter, was a pleasure. The fireplace drew well in the room and it was warm and pleasant to work. I brought mandarins and roasted chestnuts to the room in paper packets and peeled and ate the small tangerine-like oranges and threw their skins and spat their seeds in the fire when I ate them and the roasted chestnuts when I was hungry. I was always hungry with the walking and the cold and the working. Up in the room I had a bottle of kirsch that we had brought back from the mountains and I took a drink of kirsch when I would get towards the end of a story or towards the end of the day's work. When I was through working for the day I put away the notebook, or the paper, in the drawer of the table and put any mandarines that were left in my pocket. They would freeze if they were left in the room at night. It was wonderful to walk down the long flights of stairs knowing that I 'd had good luck working. I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.

Happy | Love | Men | People | Work |