Jack Kerouac Life Quotations

That's the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

Sal, we gotta go and never stop going 'till we get there.' 'Where we going, man?' 'I don't know but we gotta go.

Life is life, and kind is kind

..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was

And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

With joy realize for the first time thinking just not thinking-so I don't have to think anymore.

I could hear Dean, blissful and blabbering and frantically rocking. Only a guy who's spent five years in jail can go to such maniacal helpless extremes; beseeching at the portals of the soft source, mad with a completely phsycial realization of the origins of life-bliss; blindly seeking to return the way he came

I promise I shall never give up, and that I'll die yelling & laughing.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Don't drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

Return those shoes to the shoemaker Return this hand to my father This pillow to the pillowmaker Those slippers to the shop. That wainscot to the carpenter, But my mind my tranquil and eternal Mind Return it to whom?

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

My life is a vast inconsequential epic.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.

Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH...

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Oh little Cody Pomeray if there had been some way to send a cry to you even when you were too little to know what utterances and cries are for in this dark sad earth, with your terrors in a world so malign and inhospitable, and all the insults from heaven ramming down to crowd your head with anger, pain, disgrace, worst of all the crapulous poverty in and out of every splintered door of days, if someone could have said to you then, and made you perceive, "Fear life, but don't die; you're alone, everybody's alone. Oh Cody Pomeray, you can't win, you can't lose, all is ephemeral, all is hurt.

All of life is a foreign country.

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.