“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
More from Ernest Hemingway
“If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.”
“You do things to my head. You do. I suppose that is quite clear.”
“I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of…”
“'My heart's broken', he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.'”