Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
JACK LONDONYou 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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Where others have hearts, he carries a tumor of rotten principles.
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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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Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
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If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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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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There’s only one way to make a beginning, and that is to begin; and begin with hard work, and patience, prepared for all the dissapointments.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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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The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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He had come to know quite thoroughly the world in which he lived. His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetness of spirit did not exist.
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I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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