Ernest Hemingway

Born :21 July 1899

Tribute :2 July 1961

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Ernest Hemingway born on 21th July 1899, and passed away on 2nd July 1961, leaving behind a legacy that continues to inspire generations. Over the past 61 years, we have thoughtfully curated a selection of 83 powerful, inspirational, and motivational quotes - carefully handpicked from an extensive archive of life lessons and timeless wisdom. This legendary quote writer was born in american and went on to share won inspiring words with the world, leaving behind a global legacy that transcends borders.

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Quotes of Ernest Hemingway

Timeless words and powerful thoughts from Ernest Hemingway - discover the wisdom, inspiration, and voice behind the quotes that continue to resonate

It's none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.

I never had to choose a subject - my subject rather chose me.

Cowardice... is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend functioning of the imagination.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war.

All our words from loose using have lost their edge.

All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.

All good books have one thing in common - they are truer than if they had really happened.

Man is not made for defeat.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.