Quote by Ernest Hemingway Download Open image “So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.” — Ernest Hemingway ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“When he whispered my name, that's when I knew- this was how death felt.” — Ashley Madau Copy Share Image
I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I'm acquainted with farewell that's what funerals do to a spirit, does death have a voice cause sometimes I swear I hear it — Abdul Tarawallie Copy Share Image
“Death stands above me, Whispering low I know not what into my ear. ” — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Should I not hear, as I lie down in dust, The horns of glory blowing above my burial? — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don't we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries… — Martine Leavitt Copy Share
“Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal,… — Joan Abelove Copy Share Image
“["What happens to people when they die?" When she heard that, her grandmother made a sound that was not like a voice but a… — Kaho Nashiki Copy Share Image
“I could hear and indescribable seething roar which wasn't which wasn't in my ear but everywhere and had nothing to do with sounds. I realised that I had died and reborn numberless times but just didn't remember especially because the transitions from life to death and back to life are so ghostly eas, a magical action for naught, like falling… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share
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 odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and all the four legs extended, wine drawn from a… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“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 very blue with the tide out and the water curling far out along the beach. We drove through Saint Jean de Luz and passed through villages farther down the coast. Back of the rolling country we… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
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