Quotes related to Proverbs 3:5
Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.
— Ernest Hemingway
I don't know. There isn't always an explanation for everything.
— Ernest Hemingway
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
He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.
— Ernest Hemingway
Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.
— Ernest Hemingway
In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did not completely trust anyone.
— Ernest Hemingway
If I do it you won't ever worry?' 'I won't worry about that because it's perfectly simple.' Then I'll do it. Because I don't care about me.
— Ernest Hemingway
You did not have to like it because you understood it.
— Ernest Hemingway
Oh, darling," she said. "You will be good to me, won't you?" What the hell, I thought. I stroked her hair and patted her shoulder. She was crying. "You will, won't you?" She looked up at me. "Because we're going to have a strange life.
— Ernest Hemingway
They questioned us but they were polite because we had passports and money. I do not think they believed a word of the story and I thought it was silly but it was like a law-court. You did not want something reasonable, you wanted something technical and then stuck to it without explanations.
— Ernest Hemingway
You had to trust the people you worked with completely or not at all, and you had to make decisions about the trusting.
— Ernest Hemingway
in those days, the Corrected Hydrographic Sailing Directions for the Mediterranean, say, or the tables in Brown's Nautical Almanac. Under the charm of these rich I was as trusting and as stupid as a bird dog who wants to go out with any man with a gun, or a trained pig
— Ernest Hemingway