Ernest Hemingway quotes about memory & the past

No, that is the great fallacy; the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels.

The war seemed as far away as the football games of some one else’s college.

I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things.

It was as though we met again after each of us had been away on a long journey.

But there in my country it is understood that a man may love God. It is not a dirty joke.

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other.

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits.

But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.