where a man feels at home, outside of where he’s born, is where he’s meant to go. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the older waiter said. "With all those who do… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Dying is a very simple thing. I've looked at death and really I know. If I should have died it would have… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils' tunes, Shivering home to… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
It could be worse,' Passini said respectfully. "There is nothing worse than war." Defeat is worse." I do not believe it," Passini… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris. — 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
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
