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
“The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“There was nothing to do about him. It was Easter Sunday and the Fascists were advancing toward the Ebro. It was a… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“A young dame with pretty eyes and a smile can make an old man do just about anything.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favours, and if she… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Then he began to pity the great fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old… — 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
Why should anybody be interested in some old man who was a failure? — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
We who have seen him now, light on his feet, smooth moving as a leopard, a young man with an old man's… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“I wish the boy was here,' he said aloud and settled himself against the rounded planks of the bow and felt the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Qué va," the boy said. "There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you." "Thank you. You… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Then I started to think in Lipp’s about when I had first been able to write a story about losing everything. It… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“I wish I had a stone for the knife,” the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar… — 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
“He always thought of the sea as 'la mar' which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“Then there is the other secret. There isn't any symbolysm [sic]. The sea is the sea. The old man is an old… — 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
No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful. — 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
