Quote by Ernest Hemingway Download Open image ““Amíg egyikünk él, mind a ketten élünk.”” — Ernest Hemingway ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Betege vagyok a szerelemnek a vágynak, az érintésed is éget amikor a kezem és a te kezed is ugyanoda nyúl be a kukorica végett… — Dániel Varró Copy Share Image
“Az életek is úgy repednek meg, ahogy a jég. Személyiségek. Egyéniségek.” — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
“Krisztus urunk kereszthalála óta eltelt bő másfél évezred, és a papok egész Lutherig csak latinul szóltak a Teremtőhöz. Talán még mindig rááll egy kissé… — Csikász Lajos Copy Share Image
“Amie’s mind is like a glittery tumbleweed: It sometimes touches ground, but usually it spins along a few feet in the air.” — Jolie Sikes Copy Share Image
“Mindig és mindenestül a magáé vagyok, drága, egyetlen kicsikém.” — Madame de Sévigné Copy Share Image
“Él. Lélegzem. Akarom. Őt. Mindig. Tűz a fagyosságomra. Jég a tüzemre.” — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
“Mindketten izgalmat kerestek a könyvekben, ahogyan a legjobb olvasók mindig is teszik; és mindketten kérkedést, unalmat és hitvány hazugságokat találtak oly sok híres műben.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“It was not brilliant bull-fighting. It was only perfect bull-fighting.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“We drove out along the coast road. There was the green of the headlands, the white, red-roofed villas, patches of forest, and the ocean… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
As a Nobel Prize winner I cannot but regret that the award was never given to Mark Twain, nor to Henry James, speaking only… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
