A Moveable Feast Quotes
A Moveable Feast
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“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“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
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“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.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary...”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time...”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“When you have two people who love each other, are happy and gay and really good work is being done by one or both of them, people are drawn to them as surely as migrating birds are drawn at night to a powerful beacon. If the two people were as solidly constructed as the beacon there would be little damage except to the birds. Those who attract people by their happiness and their performance are usually inexperienced. They do not know how not to be overrun and how to go away. They do not always learn about the good, the attractive, the charming, the soon-beloved, the generous, the understanding rich who have no bad qualities and who give each day the quality of a festival and who, when they have passed and taken the nourishment they needed, leave everything deader than the roots of any grass Attila's horses' hooves have ever scoured.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“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.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Life had seemed so simple that morning when I had wakened and found the false spring…But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Каждый год в тебе что-то умирает, когда с деревьев опадают листья, а голые ветки беззащитно качаются на ветру в холодном зимнем свете. Но ты знаешь, что весна обязательно придет, так же как ты уверен, что замерзшая река снова освободится ото льда. Но когда холодные дожди льют не переставая и убивают весну, кажется, будто ни за что загублена молодая жизнь... ... ... В то время я уже знал, что, когда что-то кончается в жизни, будь то плохое или хорошее, остается пустота. Но пустота, оставшаяся после плохого, заполняется сама собой. Пустоту же после чего-то хорошего можно заполнить, только отыскав что-то лучшее...”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Dizem que as sementes daquilo que havemos de realizar se encontram já todas dentro de nós, mas sempre me pareceu que, naqueles que troçam da vida, as sementes se encontram cobertas de melhor terra e de uma percentagem mais alta de adubo.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“- Вы хотите сказать, что я не отмечен печатью смерти? - спросил я, не удержавшись.
- Нет, вы отмечены печатью Жизни. - Последнее слово он произнес с большой буквы.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
- Нет, вы отмечены печатью Жизни. - Последнее слово он произнес с большой буквы.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and thier branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast