Jack London Quotes

The ghostly winter silence had given way to the great spring murmur of awakening life. ~ The Call of the Wild by 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. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad on a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight. ~ The Call of the Wild by Jack London There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food. ~ The Call of the Wild by Jack London He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars and over the face of dead matter that did not move. ~ The Call of the Wild by Jack London I am I, and I won't subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind. ~ Martin Eden by Jack London Limited minds can recognize limitations only in others. ~ Martin Eden by Jack London Every page of every book was a peep-hole into the realm of knowledge. His hunger fed upon what he read, and increased. ~ Martin Eden by Jack London He was a man without a past, whose future was the imminent grave and whose present was a bitter fever of living. ~ Martin Eden by Jack London While the world crashed to ruin about them and all the air was filled with the smoke of its burning, these low creatures gave rein to their bestiality and fought and drank and died. And after all, what did it matter? Everybody died anyway, the good and the bad, the efficients and the weaklings, those that loved to live and those that scorned to live. They passed. Everything passed. ~ The Scarlet Plague by Jack London With the coming of the Scarlet Death the world fell apart, absolutely, irretrievably. Ten thousand years of culture and civilization passed in the twinkling of an eye, 'lapsed like foam.' ~ The Scarlet Plague by Jack London