Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.
JACK LONDONLimited minds can recognize limitations only in others.
More Jack London Quotes
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The Law is a lie, and through it men lie most shamelessly.
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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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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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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.
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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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Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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Go 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.
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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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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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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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He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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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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