"Why did they make birds so delicate..." - Quote by Ernest Hemingway

“In those days, there was no money to buy books.”

“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.”

“This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it”

“A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look”

“Every garden presents innumerable fascinating problems.”

“For the existing world is not a dream, and cannot with impunity be treated as a dream; neither is it a disease; but it is the ground on which you stand, it is the mother of whom you were born.”

“It may be only small injustice that the child can be exposed to; but the child is small, and its world is small, and its rocking-horse stands as many hands high, according to scale, as a big-boned Irish hunter.”

“Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone.”

“We need never be ashamed of our tears.”