Life is the best left hooker I ever saw, although some say it was Charlie White of Chicago — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station,… — 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
I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
He saw the girl watching him and he smiled at her. It was an old smile that he had been using for… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching… — 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
