Эрнест Хемингуэй: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 17)

“I never had to choose my subject- my subject rather chose me.”

“I know you're right. I'm just low, and when I'm low I talk like a fool.”

“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.”

“Everything that's innocent to us is crazy to them.”

“For we have thought the longer thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.”

“I was blown up while we were eating cheese.”

“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.”

“But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.”

“Do you always get so hungry when you make love?”
“When you love somebody.”

“I wanted to try this new drink: That's all we do, isn't it - look at things and try new drinks?”

“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.”