Quotes From "A Moveable Feast" By Ernest Hemingway

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply...
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We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other. Ernest Hemingway
I had never known any man to die while speaking...
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I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima Ernest Hemingway
I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
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I belong to this notebook and this pencil. Ernest Hemingway
Since I had started to break down all my writing...
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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
You have always written before and you will write now....
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You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know Ernest Hemingway
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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
The people that I liked and had not met went...
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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. Ernest Hemingway
In those days we did not trust anyone who had...
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In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did notcompletely trust anyone. Ernest Hemingway
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In those days, there was no money to buy books. Ernest Hemingway
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Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh. Ernest Hemingway
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To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. You could take your treasure with you when you traveled too, and in the mountains where we lived in Switzerland and Italy, until we found Schruns in the high valley in the Vorarlberg in Austria, there were always the books, so that you lived in the new world you had found, the snow and the forests and the glaciers and their winter problems and your high shelter in the Hotel Taube in the village in the day time, and at night you could live in the other wonderful world the Russian writers were giving you. Ernest Hemingway
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The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty is hard on. Ernest Hemingway
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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
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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
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You can either buy clothes or buy pictures, " she said. "It's that simple. No one who is not very rich can do both. Pay no attention to your clothes and no attention at all to the mode, and buy your clothes for comfort and durability, and you will have the clothes money to buy pictures. Ernest Hemingway
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Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. Ernest Hemingway
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To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was a way of living well and working, no matter how poor you were, was like having a great treasure given to you. Ernest Hemingway
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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
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Then I started to think in Lipp’s about when I had first been able to write a story about losing everything. It was up in Cortina d’ Ampezzo when I had come back to join Hadley there after the spring skiing which I had to interrupt to go on assignment to Rhineland and the Ruhr. It was a very simple story called ‘Out of Season’ and I had omitted the real end of it which was that the old man hanged himself. This was omitted on my new theory that you could omit anything if you knew that you omitted and the omitted part would strengthen the story and make people feel something more than they understood. . Ernest Hemingway
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For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit’s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there. Ernest Hemingway
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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
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For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle. Ernest Hemingway
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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
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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