Ernest Hemingway Feast Quotations

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest.

I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.

I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.

Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now.

You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

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.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.

I belong to this notebook and this pencil.