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Ernest Hemingway

" It was baking hot in the square when we came out after lunch with our bags and the rod-case to go to Burguete. People were on top of the bus, and others were climbing up a ladder. Bill went up and Robert sat beside Bill to save a place for me, and I went back in the hotel to get a couple of bottles of wine to take with us. When I came out the bus was crowded. Men and women were sitting on all the baggage and boxes on top, and the women all had their fans going in the sun. It certainly was hot. Robert climbed down and fitted into the place he had saved on the one wooden seat that ran across the top. Robert Cohn stood in the shade of the arcade waiting for us to start. A Basque with a big leather wine-bag in his lap lay across the top of the bus in front of our seat, leaning back against our legs. He offered the wine-skin to Bill and to me, and when I tipped it up to drink he imitated the sound of a klaxon motor-horn so well and so suddenly that spilled some of the wine, and everybody laughed. He apologized and made me take another drink. He made the klaxon again a little later, and it fooled me the second time. He was very good at it. The Basques liked it. The man next to Bill was talking to him in Spanish and Bill was not getting it, so he offered the man one of the bottles of wine. The man waved it away. He said it was too hot and he had drunk too much at lunch. When Bill offered the bottle the second time he took a long drink, and then the bottle went all over that part of the bus. Every one took a drink very politely, and then they made us cork it up and put it away. They all wanted us to drink from their leather wine-bottles. They were peasants going up into the hills. "

Ernest Hemingway

Alcohol

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" The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love , Pain

" Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again.""Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?""Yes. I want to ruin you.""Good," I said. "That's what I want too. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so? "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" I didn't want to kiss you goodbye ‚Äî that was the trouble ‚Äî I wanted to kiss you good night ‚Äî and there's a lot of difference. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love , Trouble , kiss

" When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" Never fall in love?""Always," said the count. "I am always in love. "

Ernest Hemingway

always

" I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you. "

Ernest Hemingway

Love

" Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I'm deaf with it. Love is that dirty aborting horror that you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It's half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I'm through with you and I'm through with love. "

Ernest Hemingway

Life

" How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I'd like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time. "

Ernest Hemingway

Knowledge

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