Where do the noses go? I always wondered where the noses would go. Ernest Hemingway More Quotes by Ernest Hemingway More Quotes From Ernest Hemingway I was so sentimental about you I'd break any one's heart for you. My, I was a damned fool. I broke my own heart, too. It's broken and gone. Everything I believe in and everything I cared about I left for you because you were so wonderful and you loved me so much that love was all that mattered. Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Ernest Hemingway heartlovebelieve But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated. Ernest Hemingway fearinspiringmotivational One cat just leads to another. Ernest Hemingway cathumanityanimal I drank a bottle of wine for company. It was Chateau Margaux. It was pleasant to be drinking slowly and to be tasting the wine and to be drinking alone. A bottle of wine was good company. Ernest Hemingway bottleswinedrinking The best ammunition against lies is the truth, there is no ammunition against gossip. It is like a fog and the clear wind blows it away and the sun burns it off. Ernest Hemingway fogblowlying No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself. Ernest Hemingway wipewarpeace Don't get discouraged because there's a lot of mechanical work to writing. I rewrote the first part of Farewell to Arms at least fifty times. Ernest Hemingway armsfarewellwriting War is not won by victory. Ernest Hemingway victorywar There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris. Ernest Hemingway parishometwo What is moral is what you feel good after. Ernest Hemingway ethics-and-moralsafternoonfeel-good An aggressive war is the great crime against everything good in the world. A defensive war, which must necessarily turn to aggressive at the earliest moment, is the necessary great counter-crime. But never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime. Ask the infantry and ask the dead. Ernest Hemingway infantrycrimewar It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of the country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle. Ernest Hemingway cyclinginspirationalcountry They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure. Ernest Hemingway moveable-feastsoillife He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human. Ernest Hemingway partycrazydrinking When I am working on a book or a story I write every morning as soon after first light as possible. There is no one to disturb you and it is cool or cold and you come to your work and warm as you write. . . .When you stop you are as empty, and at the same time never empty but filling, as when you have e made love to someone you love. Nothing can hurt you, nothing can happen, nothing means anything until the next day when you do it again. It is the wait until the next day that is hard to get through. Ernest Hemingway hurtmorningbook 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 horsedustinspiring There are the two curses of Spain, the bulls and the priests. Ernest Hemingway spainbullstwo But in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true. Ernest Hemingway i-hate-youtakennight We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it. Ernest Hemingway hatewarcountry I decided to stop drinking with creeps. I decided to drink only with friends. I've lost 30 pounds. Ernest Hemingway humorousdrinkingbeer
