Эрнест Хемингуэй: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 13)

“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”

“Your blood coagulates beautifully.”

“I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”

“And you treat me wonderfully and keep all your promises.”

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader”

“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.”

“Do you know how an ugly woman feels? Do you know what it is to be ugly all your life and inside to feel that you are beautiful? It is very rare.”

“The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.”

“It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.”

“You'll lose it, if you talk about it”

“The bulls are my best friends."
I translated to Brett.
"You kill your friends?" she asked.
"Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me.”

“For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.”

“My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.”

“But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope),…”

“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”

“I felt very lonely when they were all there.”

“A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.”

“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.”

“Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.”