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Quote by Ernest Hemingway

“He looked down the hill slope and he thought, I hate to leave it, is all. I hate to leave it very much and I hope I have done some good in it. I have tried to with what talent I had. Have, you mean. All right, have.”

Quote by Ernest Hemingway

Work

For Whom the Bell Tolls

This classic novel delves into the intense experiences of a group of individuals during the tumultuous Spanish Civil War. The narrative follows Robert Jordan, an American dynamiter, as he navigates the complexities of love and the harsh realities of war. The story is rich with philosophical musings on the nature of life and death, making it a profound exploration of human existence. more

Author

Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway

American author known for his concise and forceful writing style, as well as his profound insights into life. Hemingway's works cover a wide range of themes including war, adventure, and love, with notable titles such as 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'A Farewell to Arms'. more

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