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.
JACK LONDONAge is never so old as youth would measure it.
More Jack London Quotes
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I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.
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As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.
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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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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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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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Alcohol tells truth, but its truth is not normal.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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In a saturated population life is always cheap.
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Affluence means influence.
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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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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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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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