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.
JACK LONDONToo much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
More Jack London Quotes
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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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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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Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
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A man with a club is a law-maker.
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Socialism, when the last word is said, is merely a new economic and political system whereby more men can get food to eat.
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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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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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Don’t loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don’t get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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Don’t write too much. Concentrate your sweat on one story, rather than dissipate it over a dozen.
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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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The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life.
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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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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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