The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The sea is the same as it has been since before men ever went on it in boats. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Fish," the old man said. "Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too? — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
All a man has is pride. Sometimes you have it so much it is a sin. We have all done things for… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
You must hold hard to life and do it. But life is a cheap thing beside a man's work. The only thing… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I would like to take the great DiMaggio fishing," the old man said. "They say his father was a fisherman. Maybe he… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply? — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
War is no longer made by simply analyzed economic forces if it ever was. War is made or planned now by individual… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one'… (The man who first said that) was probably a coward… He knew… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
To invent out of knowledge means to produce inventions that are true. Every man should have a built-in automatic crap detector operating… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
We in America should see that no man is ever given, no matter how gradually or how noble and excellent the man,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you. Especially… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
In a power hungry, power worshipping society, men label themselves atheist. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
A writer of fiction is really... a congenital liar who invents from his own knowledge or that of other men. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I am drunk, seest thou? When I am not drunk I do not talk. You have never heard me talk much. But… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Of all men the drunkard is the foulest. The thief when he is not stealing is like another. The extortioner does not… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
We have come out of the time when obedience, the acceptance of discipline, intelligent courage and resolution were most important, into that… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“It was not brilliant bull-fighting. It was only perfect bull-fighting.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“We drove out along the coast road. There was the green of the headlands, the white, red-roofed villas, patches of forest, and the ocean… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
As a Nobel Prize winner I cannot but regret that the award was never given to Mark Twain, nor to Henry James, speaking only… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“You find everything on earth at Harry's." "Yes, my Colonel. Except, possibly, happiness." "I'll damn well find happiness, too," the Colonel assured him. "Happiness,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“everything kills everything else in some way. Fishing kills me exactly as it keeps me alive. The boy keeps me alive, he thought. I… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
