16 Quotes About Ernest-Hemingway

The power of words, like the power of a gun or a sword, is to kill or to save. Words can be powerful. They can destroy lives and bring people together. They can heal and inspire Read more

But words are often misused to manipulate, deceive, and harm. And when they are used carelessly, they can be dangerous. Regardless of the intent of words spoken, they can haunt us for decades or lead us to our destruction.

Ernest Hemingway was one of the most prolific authors of the 20th century. His short stories and novels have inspired many people over the generations to use their words wisely. Here are some inspiring quotes by this amazing author.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever...
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I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. Martha Gellhorn
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I didn't want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there's a lot of difference. Ernest Hemingway
I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I...
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I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM. Tiffany Madison
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I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome except that they have orders to challenge all travelers and ask to see their papers. It is only orders that come between us. Those men are not fascists. I call them so, but they are not. They are poor men as we are. They should never be fighting against us and I do not like to think of the killing. . Ernest Hemingway
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I hope I am not for the killing, Anselmo was thinking. I think that after the war there will have to be some great penance done for the killing. If we no longer have religion after the war then I think there must be some form of civic penance organized that all may be cleansed from the killing or else we will never have a true and human basis for living. The killing is necessary, I know, but still the doing of it is very bad for a man and I think that, after all this is over and we have won the war, there must be a penance of some kind for the cleansing of us all. . Ernest Hemingway
We only knew then that there was always the war,...
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We only knew then that there was always the war, but that we were not going to it anymore. Ernest Hemingway
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Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try"... As said by Ernest Hemingway in "Blast"...The first short story in "Bullet". Christopher J. Pumphrey
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You're going to have things to repent, boy, ' Mr. John had told Nick. 'That's one of the best things there is. You can always decide whether to repent them or not. But the thing is to have them. Ernest Hemingway
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I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket. Ernest Hemingway
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Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary. Ernest Hemingway
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Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood. Naomi Wood
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Only I have no luck any more. But who knows? Maybe today. Every day is a new day. It is better to be lucky. But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready. Ernest Hemingway
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He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the resinous sap from the cut limbs.. This is the smell I love. This and fresh-cut clover, the crushed sage as you ride after cattle, wood-smoke and the burning leaves of autumn. That must be the odor of nostalgia, the smell of the smoke from the piles of raked leaves burning in the streets in the fall in Missoula. Which would you rather smell? Sweet grass the Indians used in their baskets? Smoked leather? The odor of the ground in the spring after rain? The smell of the sea as you walk through the gorse on a headland in Galicia? Or the wind from the land as you come in toward Cuba in the dark? That was the odor of cactus flowers, mimosa and the sea-grape shrubs. Or would you rather smell frying bacon in the morning when you are hungry? Or coffee in the morning? Or a Jonathan apple as you bit into it? Or a cider mill in the grinding, or bread fresh from the oven? . Ernest Hemingway
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They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest Paula McLain
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My wife and I had called on Miss Stein, and she and the friend who lived with her had been very cordial and friendly and we had loved the big studio with the great paintings. I t was like one of the best rooms in the finest museum except there was a big fireplace and it was warm and comfortable and they gave you good things to eat and tea and natural distilled liqueurs made from purple plums, yellow plums or wild raspberries. Miss Stein was very big but not tall and was heavily built like a peasant woman. She had beautiful eyes and a strong German-Jewish face that also could have been Friulano and she reminded me of a northern I talian peasant woman with her clothes, her mobile face and her lovely, thick, alive immigrant hair which she wore put up in the same way she had probably worn it in college. She talked all the time and at first it was about people and places. Her companion had a very pleasant voice, was small, very dark, with her hair cut like Joan of Arc in the Boutet de Monvel illustrations and had a very hooked nose. She was working on a piece of needlepoint when we first met them and she worked on this and saw to the food and drink and talked to my wife. She made one conversation and listened to two and often interrupted the one she was not making. Afterwards she explained to me that she always talked to the wives. The wives, my wife and I felt, were tolerated. But we liked Miss Stein and her friend, although the friend was frightening. The paintings and the cakes and the eau-de-vie were truly wonderful. They seemed to like us too and treated us as though we were very good, well-mannered and promising children and I felt that they forgave us for being in love and being married - time would fix that - and when my wife invited them to tea, they accepted. . Ernest Hemingway