Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Love is something that hangs up behind the bathroom door and smells of Lysol. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“It was not brilliant bull-fighting. It was only perfect bull-fighting.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
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 Image
Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
