They were beaten to start with. They were beaten when they took them from their farms and put them in the army.… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
To stay in places and to leave, to trust, to distrust, to no longer believe and believe again, . . . to… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
As in no other form of lute or combat, the conditions are such; the winner takes nothing, neither his ease, nor his… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The world breaks everyone or nearly everyone, of their childish illusions, assumptions and wishes, often painfully and afterwards due to the personal… — 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
Everyone has his own conscience, and there should be no rules about how a conscience should function. — 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
