Hemingway Quotes

Hemingway Quote of the day

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.

The people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.

Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary.

I started out of course with Hemingway when I learned how to write. Until I realized Hemingway doesn't have a sense of humor. He never has anything funny in his stories.

wonder what day god created the egg' 'how should we know? we should not question. our stay on earth is not for long. let us rejoice and believe and give thanks'. 'eat a egg

Prose is architecture and the Baroque age is over.

Good. Coffee is good for you. It's the caffeine in it. Caffeine, we are here. Caffeine puts a man on her horse and a woman in his grave.

If you had stars inside your brain cells, you'd probably understand what I am talking about.

You're going to have things to repent, boy, ' Mr. John had told Nick. 'That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them.

I do not think I have ever seen a nastier-looking man... Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist. [on Brit poet Percy Wyndham Lewis]

We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore.

He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it. The last country to realize they were cooked would win the war.

In those days we did not trust anyone who had not been in the war, but we did notcompletely trust anyone.

You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know

I had never known any man to die while speaking in terza-rima

Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

They love me like a pack of wolves.Ernest

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.

No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.

I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.

To show his nervousness was not shameful

I don't know who made the laws

Good writing is true writing. If a man is making a story up it will be true in proportion to the amount of knowledge of life that he has and how conscientious he is

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

I don't want to fool with it but what choice have I got? They don't give you any choice now. I can let it go

For me, all writing -- storytelling and style -- gets back to the Bible, Twain and Hemingway, and not in that order.

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.

I suppose it is possible to live as full a life in seventy hours as on seventy years

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man

Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try, " Ernest Hemingway in "Blast".

Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try"...As said by Ernest Hemingway in "Blast"...The first short story in "Bullet".

I had try to tell the difference between the night and the day and how the night was better unless the day was very clean and cold and I could not tell it

I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM.

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly

When writing a novel a writer should create living people

You should not judge