It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.
JACK LONDONIt’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself
More Jack London Quotes
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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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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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The greatest of the arts is the conquering of men.
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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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I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.
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The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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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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Not all the monsters have fangs.
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The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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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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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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Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.
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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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Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.
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One cannot violate the promptings of one’s nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.
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