Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain— Jack Kerouac
The most astounding Jack Kerouac quotes that are easy to memorize and remember
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.
Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office of mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.
Be in love with your life. Every minute of it.
It is not my fault that certain so-called bohemian elements have found in my writings something to hang their peculiar beatnik theories on.
Everything is ecstasy inside. We just don't know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind [it] is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.
The closer you get to real matter, rock air fire and wood, boy, the more spiritual the world is.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money.
I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream.
It made me think that everything was about to arrive - the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again;
we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
John Clellon Holmes... and I were sitting around trying to think up the meaning of the Lost Generation and the subsequent existentialism and I said 'You know John, this is really a beat generation'; and he leapt up and said, 'That's it, that's right!'
But why think about that when all the golden lands ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don't need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.
No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.
Be in love with your life, every detail of it.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot
Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
As we crossed the Colorado-Utah border I saw God in the sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds above the desert that seemed to point a finger at me and say, "Pass here and go on, you're on the road to heaven.
It's okay, girl, we'll make it till the sun goes down forever.
And until then what you got to lose but the losing? We're fallen angels who didn't believe that nothing means nothing.
I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference!
If you tell a true story, you can't be wrong.
I have the right ideas, but my words are too.
.. complicated. I need to simplify them, so that people won't get lost in the dark when they see and hear them. I want them to shine like beacons of light in a world of overly complicated darkness. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach.
It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.
What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.
and the stars were icicles of mockery
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
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.
Pain or love or danger makes you real again.
Because the only people for me are the mad ones.
I realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.
While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light
The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.