"The great artist when he comes, uses everything that has been discovered or known about his art up to that point, being able to accept or reject in a time so short it seems that the knowledge was born with him, rather than that he takes instantly what it takes the ordinary man a lifetime to know, and then the great artist goes beyond what has been done or known and makes something of his own."
ERNEST HEMINGWAY, Death in the Afternoon (via suchasap)

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"All stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true story teller who would keep that from you."
Ernest Hemingway, “Death in the Afternoon” (via somethingalien)

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"So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after."
Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon (via a-thousand-words)

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"There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it."
Ernest Hemingway, 'Death in the Afternoon'. (via orplid)

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"I wish I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via theamericanwriter)

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"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via onceuponawildflower)

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"But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’ So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via stereobone)

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"You lose it if you talk about it."
Ernest Hemingway, The Art Of Fiction.  (via wordsnquotes)

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"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master."
Ernest Hemingway (via opaqueglitter)

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"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself."
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via introspectivepoet)

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"I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word."
Ernest Hemingway, The Garden Of Eden. (via wordsnquotes)

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"He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it."
Ernest Hemingway (via 13neighbors)

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"You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?"
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via wordsnquotes)

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