Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
The better the writers the less they will speak about what they have written themselves.
Ernest Hemingway
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Ernest Hemingway
Age: 61 †
Born: 1899
Born: July 21
Died: 1961
Died: July 2
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Screenwriter
War Correspondent
Writer
Oak Park
Illinois
Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemmingway
E. M. Hemmingway
E. Hemmingway
E. Hemingway
Ernest M. Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemingway
Better
Writers
Written
Less
Speak
More quotes by Ernest Hemingway
The further you go in writing the more alone you are.
Ernest Hemingway
There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don't ever tell which is which.
Ernest Hemingway
Religion is like an ice cold whiskey on a hot day.
Ernest Hemingway
Be fully in the moment,open yourself to the powerful energies dancing around you.
Ernest Hemingway
And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.
Ernest Hemingway
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
You never understand anybody that loves you.
Ernest Hemingway
Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it. Financial security then is a great help as it keeps you from worrying.
Ernest Hemingway
If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.
Ernest Hemingway
Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.
Ernest Hemingway
Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
Ernest Hemingway
[Robert] Capa: He was a good friend and a great and very brave photographer. It is bad luck for everybody that the percentages caught up with him. It is especially bad for Capa. (On Capa's death in Vietnam, May, 27, 1954)
Ernest Hemingway
You know lots of criticism is written by characters who are very academic and think it is a sign you are worthless if you make jokes or kid or even clown. I wouldn't kid Our Lord if he was on the cross. But I would attempt a joke with him if I ran into him chasing the money changers out of the temple.
Ernest Hemingway
I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
Ernest Hemingway
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
Ernest Hemingway
I wonder what your idea of heaven would be — A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders that they called secret sorrows.
Ernest Hemingway
My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.' We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.
Ernest Hemingway
Good dialogue is not real speech-it's the illusion of real speech.
Ernest Hemingway
No catalogue of horrors ever kept men from war. Before the war you always think that it's not you that dies. But you will die, brother, if you go to it long enough.
Ernest Hemingway
But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
Ernest Hemingway
