Ernest Hemingway citations

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“Laissons le croire que je suis plus homme que moi et je le serai alors.”

“Faites toujours sobre ce que vous avez dit que vous feriez quand vous étiez ivre. Cela vous apprendra à vous taire !”

“Il n'y a rien de noble à être supérieur à son prochain; la vraie noblesse est d'être supérieur à votre ancien moi.”

“Nous avons bien mangé pour pas trop cher, et nous avons bien bu pour pas trop cher et nous avons dormi bien au chaud ensemble et nous nous sommes aimés.”

“Un homme intelligent est parfois forcé d'être ivre pour passer du temps avec ses imbéciles.”

“Nul homme n’est une île en soi. Nous faisons tous partie d’un continent et chaque fois que tu entends sonner le glas, ne demande pas pour qui il sonne, il sonne pour toi."
--Ernest Hemingway, “Pour qui sonne le glas”?”

“Grace under pressure.”

“Dans la vie, il faut [d'abord] durer.”

“Le lendemain matin, le gamin entr'ouvrit la porte et passa la tête. Le vieux dormait toujours. Le temps était trop mauvais pour que les bateaux pussent sortir; aussi le gamin avait-il dormi tard. Comme les matins précédents, il était venu. D'abord, il s'assura que le vieux respirait. Ensuite il vit les mains et pleura. Sans bruit il sortit et courut chercher du café. Il pleurait en dévalant la côte.”

“Comme apparence, il avait un des visages les plus laids qu'on puisse trouver hors d'une cage à singes, un corps assez bien, mûr, mais aux jointures plutôt épaisses, et l'air content de soi d'un acteur en vogue.”

“La mort est un remède souverain à toutes les infortunes.”

“C'est en voyant la femelle du taureau de combat qu'on saisit le plus clairement la différence entre l'animal sauvage et l'animal domestique.”

“On était à présent dans la saison des ouragans; quand il n'y a pas d'ouragan en train, c'est le plus beau temps de l'année.”

“Ça m'empêchera pas de le tuer, dit-il; tout superbe et formidable qu'il soit.”

“C'est seulement par sa conduite sous la pique que l'on peut juger et apprécier la bravoure d'un taureau; et la bravoure c'est la racine du taureau espagnol.”

“Les premières étoiles se montraient. […] bientôt toutes ses amies lointaines parsèmeraient le ciel. - Le poisson aussi est mon ami, dit-il tout haut. […] Pourtant faut que je le tue. Heureusement qu'on est pas obligé de tuer les étoiles!”

“Dans tous les arts, le plaisir croît avec la connaissance que l'on a d'eux.”

“Dans la cabane, là-bas, tout en haut, le vieux s'était rendormi. Il gisait toujours sur le ventre. Le gamin, assis à côté de lui, le regardait dormir. Le vieux rêvait de lions.”

“No. Rien à faire. Rien. Faut pas penser. Faut accepter.”

“Si vous avez la chance d’avoir vécu jeune homme à Paris, où que vous alliez pour le reste de votre vie, cela ne vous quitte pas, car Paris est une fête.”

“Le pis c'est quand vous êtes séparé d'un ami par l'esprit.”

“Tu sais, Papa, que les femmes pleurent comme les enfants pissent?”

“Tu es ma religion. Tu es tout ce que j'ai.”

“Voulez-vous s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît s'il vous plaît arrêter de parler?”

“Pound est fou. Tous les poètes le sont…. Ils doivent l'être.”

“Écrivez avec force et avec clarté ce qui fait mal.”

“Non, c'est le grand sophisme: la sagesse des vieillards. Ils ne deviennent pas sages. Ils deviennent prudents.”

“Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.
Come let us fart in the home.
There is no art in a fart.
Still a fart may not be artless.
Let us fart and artless fart in the home.”

“If something is wrong, fix it if you can. But train yourself not to worry. Worry never fixes anything.”

“That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.”

“Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.”

“Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.”

“You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.”

“Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.”

“Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.”

“I'm getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.

'It's a bore,' he said out loud.

'What is, my dear?'

'Anything you do too bloody long.”

“Be patient, hand," he said. "I do this for you.”

“I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.”

“I've been in love (truly) with five women, the Spanish Republic and the 4th Infantry Division.”

“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up, up and into nowhere, suddenly, scaldingly, holdingly all nowhere gone and time absolutely still and they were both there, time having stopped and he felt the earth move out and away from under them.”

“You never understand anybody that loves you.”

“It would be easy for us, if we do not learn to understand the world and appreciate the rights, privileges and duties of al other countries and peoples, to represent in our power the same danger to the world that Facism did.”

“Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do not last are always more beloved since no one has to see them in their long, dull, unrelenting, no-quarter-given-and-no-quarter-received, fights that they make to do something as they believe it should be done before they die. Those who die or quit early and easy and with every good reason are preferred because they are understandable and human. Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved.”

“No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself.”

“That tomorrow should come and that I should be there.”

“Here is the piece. If you can't say fornicate can you say copulate or if not that can you say co-habit? If not that would have to say consummate I suppose. Use your own good taste and judgment.”

“You're beautiful, like a May fly.”

“I do not think I had ever seen a nastier-looking man…. Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist.”

“Decadence is a difficult word to use since it has become little more than a term of abuse applied by critics to anything they do not yet understand or which seems to differ from their moral concepts.”

“That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.”

“I might say that what amateurs call a style is usually only the unavoidable awkwardnesses in first trying to make something that has not heretofore been made.”

“Everybody is friends when things are bad enough.”

“If every one said orders were impossible to carry out when they were received where would you be? Where would we all be if you just said, "Impossible," when orders came?”

“You did not do so badly for something that is worthless. But there was a time when I could not find you.”

“The rich were dull and they drank too much or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He remembered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how someone had said to Julian, "Yes, they have more money."”

“As a Nobel Prize winner I cannot but regret that the award was never given to Mark Twain, nor to Henry James, speaking only of my own countrymen. Greater writers than these also did not receive the prize. I would have been happy — happier — today if the prize had been given to that beautiful writer Isak Dinesen.”