Life, in a sense, is living and surviving. And all that makes for living and surviving is good. He who follows the fact cannot go astray, while he who has no reverence for the fact wanders afar.
JACK LONDONNo; 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.
More Jack London Quotes
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He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.
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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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Intelligent men are cruel. Stupid men are monstrously cruel.
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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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Strength is an empty shell.
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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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I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.
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But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind
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White Fang knew the law well: to oppress the weak and obey the strong.
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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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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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His conclusion was that things were not always what they appeared to be. The cub’s fear of the unknown was an inherited distrust, and it had now been strengthened by experience. Thenceforth, in the nature of things, he would possess an abiding distrust of appearances.
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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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Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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