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
This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Actually if a writer needs a dictionary he should not write. He should have read the dictionary at least three times from… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Life breaks us all but in the end we are stronger in the broken places. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Fish," he said, "I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now Catherine would die. That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your… — 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
