“We could have had such a damned good time together.”
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”
"His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
"Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated."
Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and The Sea
"All my life the early sun has hurt my eyes, he thought. Yet they are still good. In the evening I can look straight into it without getting the blackness. It has more force in the evening too. But in the morning it is painful."
"Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know."-Ernest Hemingway
"Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience."-Albert Camus
Something About Cats..
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.