I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.
JACK LONDONGo strip off your clothes that are a nuisance in this mellow clime. Get in and wrestle with the sea; wing your heels with the skill and power that reside in you, hit the sea’s breakers, master them, and ride upon their backs as a king should.
More Jack London Quotes
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Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.
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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.
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You stand on dead men’s legs. You’ve never had any of your own. You couldn’t walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly.
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The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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Show me a man with a tattoo and I’ll show you a man with an interesting past.
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A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.
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She was thrilling to a desire that urged her to go forward, to be in closer to that fire, to be squabbling with the dogs, and to be avoiding and dodging the stumbling feet of men.
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Having no new companions, nothing remained for him but to read.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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