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Quote by Ernest Hemingway

“You never understand anybody that loves you.”

Quote by Ernest Hemingway

Book:The Hemingway Collection

Work

The Hemingway Collection

This collection brings together a selection of Hemingway's most celebrated short stories, novels, and personal correspondence, showcasing his distinctive style and profound impact on American literature. more

Author

Ernest Hemingway

American author known for his concise and forceful writing style, as well as his profound insights into life. Hemingway's works cover a wide range of themes including war, adventure, and love, with notable titles such as 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'A Farewell to Arms'. more

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“Wars are Spinach. Life in general is the tough part. In war all you have to do is not worry and know how to read a map and co-ordinates.”

Knows War Worry Know How Tough Maps Spinach

Author:Ernest Hemingway

“Honor to a Spaniard, no matter how dishonest, is as real a thing as water, wine, or olive oil. There is honor among pickpockets and honor among whores. It is simply that the standards differ.”

Real Matter Water Honor Standards Wine Oil Olives Olive Oil Spaniards

Book:The Hemingway Collection

Source: The Hemingway Collection

“Tell me some true things about fighting.''Tell me you love me.''I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.”

Ifs Said Hard Body Hands Eye Girl Fighting Love You Strange Wicked Flats Wounded Publish True Things Tell Me You Love Me

Book:Across the River and Into the Trees

Source: Across the River and Into the Trees

“The worst death for anyone is to lose the center of his being, the thing he really is. Retirement is the filthiest word in the language. Whether by choice or by fate, to retire from what you do - and makes you what you are - is to back up into the grave.”

Choices Language Loses Fate Worst Graves Retirement Retiring

Author:Ernest Hemingway

“This looking and not seeing things was a great sin, I thought, and one that was easy to fall into. It was always the beginning of something bad and I thought that we did not deserve to live in the world if we did not see it.”

Ifs World Fall Easy Sin Seeing Deserve

Book:The Hemingway Collection

Source: The Hemingway Collection

“In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable.”

Knows Firsts Light Beautiful Lying Perfect Morning Sun Woods Lovely Lakes Salt Noon Believable

Author:Ernest Hemingway

“As a Nobel Prize winner I cannot but regret that the award was never given to Mark Twain, nor to Henry James, speaking only of my own countrymen. Greater writers than these also did not receive the prize. I would have been happy - happier - today if the prize had been given to that beautiful writer Isak Dinesen.”

Ifs Has Beens Today Beautiful Given My Own Greater Regret Mark Winner Prize Awards Nobel Nobel Prize Countrymen Nobel Prize Winners

Book:Conversations with Ernest Hemingway

Source: Conversations with Ernest Hemingway

“The way to learn whether a person is trustworthy is to trust him.”

Way Persons Trustworthy

Author:Ernest Hemingway

“You're going to write straight and simple and good now. That's the start.''What if I'm not straight and simple and good? Do you think I can write that way?''Write how you are but make it straight.”

Ifs Thinking Way Writing I Can Simple What If

Book:Islands in the stream

Source: Islands in the stream

“I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.”

Years House Break Proud Built Glasses Alas

Book:Selected Poems of Edward Thomas

Source: Selected Poems of Edward Thomas