Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Miller Hemingwaywas an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s, and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections, and two non-fiction works. Additional works, including three novels, four short story collections, and three non-fiction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 July 1899
CityOak Park, IL
CountryUnited States of America
I felt very lonely when they were all there.
Remember everything is right until it's wrong. You'll know when it's wrong.
For a true writer each book should be a new beginning, where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment.
You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.
I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.
If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.
But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.
The whiskey warmed his tongue and the back of his throat, but it did not change his ideas any, and suddenly, looking at himself in the mirror behind the bar, he knew that drinking was never going to do any good to him now. Whatever he had now he had, and it was from now on, and if he drank himself unconscious when he woke up it would be there.
The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.
Isn't it pretty to think so.
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.
There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games.