Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Ernest Hemingway Quotes



All things truly wicked start from innocence

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there's a lot of difference.


Write drunk; edit sober.

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

Never mistake motion for action.

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?


His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.


I write one page of masterpiece to ninety one pages of shit.

All good books have one thing in common. They are truer than if they had really happened.

I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Courage is grace under pressure.


When you have shot one bird flying you have shot all birds flying. They are all different and they fly in different ways but the sensation is the same and the last one is as good as the first.

All thinking men are atheists. 

Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.

There is nothing noble to being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.


The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

2 comments:

  1. So good. I wanna pick up a photo for my blog(?) Thanks lot.

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