“Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“We have very primative emotions. It's impossible not to be competitive. Spoils everything, though.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Green Hills of Africa
“Fish," he said softly, aloud, "I'll stay with you until I am dead.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea
“I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Men Without Women
“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”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you'll dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it to the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”
― Ernest Hemingway
“I try not to borrow, first you borrow then you beg.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“As you get older it is harder to have heroes, but it is sort of necessary.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“I had an inheritance from my father,
It was the moon and the sun.
And though I roam all over the world,
The spending of it’s never done.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
“Never be daunted”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“You don't have to destroy me. Do you? ...”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Complete Short Stories
“Not the why but the what.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before, and not too damned much after.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“You are all a lost generation.
[with credit to Gertrude Stein]”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
“All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon
“The first panacea for a mismanaged nation is inflation of the currency; the second is war. Both bring a temporary prosperity; both bring a permanent ruin. But both are the refuge of political and economic opportunists.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.”
― Ernest Hemingway
“I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time...”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Don’t you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it?”
― Ernest Hemingway
“Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
“Everything you have is to give. Thou art a phenomenon of philosophy and an unfortunate man.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
“Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.”
― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
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