Failure and well-disguised cowardice are more human and more beloved. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
You know you’re writing well when you're throwing good stuff into the wastebasket. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are so many good ones to paint and if you paint as well as you really can and keep out of… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. It is a perpetual challenge and it… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
it is all very well for you to write simply and the simpler the better. But do not start to think so… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I wish I could write well enough to write about aircraft. Faulkner did it very well in Pylon but you cannot do… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
A writer can be compared to a well. There are as many kinds of wells as there are writers. The important thing… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks.… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I’m trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across—not to just depict life—or criticize it—but to… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you'll… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do… — 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
