Jack Kerouac Quotes - Page 3

Gus was looking at him for confirmation of all his sorrows.

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together.

I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just pass, everything is unbearably over with.

When you've understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can't understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom.

In the hall itself the din of the music - for this is the real way to play a jukebox and what it was originally for - was so tremendous that it shattered Dean and Stan and me for a moment in the realization that we had never dared to play music as we wanted, and this was how loud we wanted.

The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning?

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.

A poet is a blind optimist.
The world is against him for
many reasons. But the
poet persists. He believes
that he is on the right track,
no matter what any of his
fellow men say. In his
eternal search for truth, the
poet is alone.
He tries to be timeless in a
society built on time.

I feel impossibly sad and like I'll die, what can we do?

Down on the lake rosy reflections of celestial vapor appeared, and I said, "God, I love you" and looked to the sky and really meant it. "I have fallen in love with you, God. Take care of us all, one way or the other." To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Work from your own side of literature/ & room fetish, not "publishing's" -

E anche se aveva problemi di lavoro e una storia infelice con una donna dalla lingua lunga, almeno aveva imparato a ridere meglio di chiunque altro al mondo.

Cos'è quella sensazione che si prova quando ci si allontana in macchina dalle persone e le si vede recedere nella pianura fino a diventare macchioline e disperdersi? È il mondo troppo grande che ci sovrasta, è l'Addio. Ma intanto, ci si proietta in avanti verso una nuova, folle avventura sotto il cielo.

Basta seguire la strada e prima o poi si fa il giro del mondo. Non può finire in nessun altro posto, no?

Non si può vivere in questo mondo, ma non c'è nessun altro posto dove andare.