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Ascensions into heaven are like falling leaves sad and happy all at the same time Going away isn't really sad especially when your going enables a new kind of presence to be born.
Ernest Hemingway
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I don't like to leave anything,' the man said. 'I don't like to leave things behind.
Ernest Hemingway
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The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.
Ernest Hemingway
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There is nothing you can do except try to write it the way that it was. So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came. And you must always remember the things you believed because if you know them they will be there in the writing and you won’t betray them. The writing is the only progress you make.
Ernest Hemingway
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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.
Ernest Hemingway
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I am always in love.
Ernest Hemingway
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You cannot stop trusting people in life but I have learned to be a little bit careful. The way to make people trust-worthy is to trust them.
Ernest Hemingway
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If a writer stops observing, he is finished.
Ernest Hemingway
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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.
Ernest Hemingway
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I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring.
Ernest Hemingway
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The fun of talk is to explore, but much of it and all that is irresponsible should not be written. Once written you have to stand by it. You may have said it to see whether you believed it or not.
Ernest Hemingway
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You've such a lovely temperature.
Ernest Hemingway
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Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.
Ernest Hemingway
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Having books published is very destructive to writing.
Ernest Hemingway
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It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.
Ernest Hemingway
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To make war all you need is intelligence. But to win you need talent and material.
Ernest Hemingway
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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
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If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing.
Ernest Hemingway
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To be successful in writing, use short sentences.
Ernest Hemingway
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A big lie is more plausible than truth.
Ernest Hemingway
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And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?
Ernest Hemingway
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I used to play cello. My mother kept me out of school a whole year to study music and counterpoint. She thought I had ability, but I was absolutely without talent.
Ernest Hemingway
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There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only one you.
Ernest Hemingway
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I've tried to reduce profanity but I reduced so much profanity when writing the book that I'm afraid not much could come out. Perhaps we will have to consider it simply as a profane book and hope that the next book will be less profane or perhaps more sacred.
Ernest Hemingway
