The echoes of beauty you’ve seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
There are the two curses of Spain, the bulls and the priests.
It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.
Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?
When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.
I drink to make other people more interesting.
About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is.
War is not won by victory.
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.