Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and… — 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
“If the wind rises it can push us against the flood when it comes.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was… — 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
