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.
JACK LONDONThere 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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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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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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Age is never so old as youth would measure it.
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You look back and see how hard you worked and how poor you were, and how desperately anxious you were to succeed, and all you can remember is how happy you were.
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
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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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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.
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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.
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He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.
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