Quote by Ernest Hemingway Download Open image ““I think perhaps I can too. But I try not to borrow. First you borrow. Then you beg.”” — Ernest Hemingway ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Don't you get it? You don't have to beg me for anything. I'm already yours.” — Rebecca Yarros Copy Share Image
“If you would know the worth of money, go and try to borrow some.” — Benjamin Franklin Copy Share Image
“To borrow means to take and use something belonging to someone else and then eventually return it.” — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“When you borrow trouble against what might be, you neglect the moment you have now to enjoy.” — Robin Hobb Copy Share Image
“Allow the power to flow through you. Don’t try to capture it. You wish only to borrow it.” — G.G. Collins Copy Share Image
“I have doubts, but I'm willing to try. It's the best I can offer. Will you try? I need you, Mira. Try for me.” — Jocelynn Drake 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 odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and all the four legs extended, wine drawn from a… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
“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 very blue with the tide out and the water curling far out along the beach. We drove through Saint Jean de Luz and passed through villages farther down the coast. Back of the rolling country we… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share
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
