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Did I know him? Did I love him? You ask me that? I knew him like you know nobody in the world, and I loved him like you love God.
— Ernest Hemingway
Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.
— Ernest Hemingway
Then too you are in love. Do not forget that is a religious feeling.
— Ernest Hemingway
She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after everyone else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
— Ernest Hemingway
But when we sit together, close, said Bernard, we melt into each other with phrases.
— Ernest Hemingway
She smiled and her face was heartbreaking.
— Ernest Hemingway
I loved the country so that I was happy as you are after you have been with a woman that you really love, when, empty, you feel it welling up again and there it is and you can never have it all and yet what there is, now, you can have, and you want more and more, to have, and be, and live in, to possess now again for always, for that long, sudden-ended always; making time stand still, sometimes so very still that afterwards you wait to hear it move,and it is slow in starting.
— 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
He always thought of the sea as la mar which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman.
— Ernest Hemingway
I put my arm around her and felt our hearts beating through our sweaters and I brought my right hand up and felt her neck smooth and the hair thick against it under my fingers that were shaking.
— Ernest Hemingway
No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.
— Ernest Hemingway
Harry looked at him and you could see the murder come in his face. ... Harry didn't say anything, but you could see the killing go out of his face and his eyes came open natural again.
— Ernest Hemingway