Quote by Ernest Hemingway

Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don't cheat with it.


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Summary

This quote emphasizes the importance of channeling personal pain and adversity into one's creative work, particularly writing. It advises against dwelling on personal tragedies or using them as an excuse for not taking writing seriously. The quote suggests that everyone faces challenges in life, and it is through experiencing deep emotional pain that one gains the raw material necessary for meaningful and authentic writing. Instead of avoiding or manipulating this pain, the quote encourages embracing it and using it as a catalyst for creating impactful and honest work.

By Ernest Hemingway
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