jack london Quotes

Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
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— Jack London
Do you know the only value life has is what life puts on itself?
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— Jack London
So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.
— Jack London
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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— Jack London
Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest.
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— Jack London
Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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— Jack London
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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— Jack London
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
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— Jack London
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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— Jack London
The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.
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— Jack London
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
— Jack London
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
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— Jack London
The most beautiful stories always start with wreckage.
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— Jack London
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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— Jack London
The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
tags: time men live
— Jack London
To be able to forget means sanity.
— Jack London
Everything is good . . . as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death's horses they run in span.
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— Jack London
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.
tags: poor
— Jack London
He became quicker of movement than the other dogs, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier, more lithe, more lean with ironlike muscle and sinew, more enduring, more cruel more ferocious, and more intelligent. He had to become all these things, else he would not have held his own nor survived the hostile environment in which he found himself.
tags: environment dog
— Jack London
Mercy did not exist in the primordial life. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death.
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— Jack London
You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
— Jack London
Man rarely places a proper valuation upon his womankind, at least not until deprived of them.
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— Jack London
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
tags: time men live
— Jack London
Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.
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— Jack London
Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.
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— Jack London
My mistake was in ever opening the books.
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— Jack London
I would rather be ashes than dust.
— Jack London
As for the primitive, I hark back to it because we are still very primitive. How many thousands of years of culture, think you, have rubbed and polished at our raw edges? One probably; at the best, no more than two. And that takes us back to screaming savagery, when, gross of body and deed, we drank blood from the skulls of our enemies, and hailed as highest paradise the orgies and carnage of Valhalla.
tags: enemies culture body enemy blood year
— Jack London
Strength is an empty shell.
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— Jack London
Pray do not interrupt me," he wrote. "I am smiling.
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— Jack London
The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not despise.
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— Jack London
If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.
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— Jack London
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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— Jack London
To have a full stomach, to daze lazily in the sunshine-such things were remuneration in full for his adors and toils, while his ardors and toils were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing itself.
— Jack London
Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time.
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— Jack London
Of her own experience she had no memory of the thing happening; but in her instinct, which was the experience of all mothers of wolves, there lurked a memory of fathers that had eaten their new-born and helpless progeny.
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— Jack London
I am first of all a white man, and only then a socialist,
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— Jack London
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.
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— Jack London
And how have I lived? Frankly and openly, though crudely. I have not been afraid of life. I have not shrunk from it. I have taken it for what it was at its own valuation. And I have not been ashamed of it. Just as it was, it was mine.
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— Jack London
Desire is a pain which seeks easement through possession.
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— Jack London
jack london
Birth    : January 12, 1876
Death  : November 22, 1916
Occupation  : Author