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Jack Kerouac Quotes about Wisdom - Page 2

You'd be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Jack Kerouac (2013). “Book of Haikus”, p.65, Penguin

All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.

Jack Kerouac (1976). “On the Road”, p.166, Penguin

Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.123, Penguin

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

Jack Kerouac (2007). “Lonesome Traveler”, p.163, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

Let nature do the freezing and frightening and isolating in this world. let men work and love and fight it off.

Jack Kerouac (2004). “Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac, 1947-1954”, Viking Press

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.

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.176, Penguin

"What do you want out of life?" I asked, and I used to ask that all the time of girls.

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.156, Penguin

Roaring dreams take place in a perfectly silent mind. Now that we know this, throw the raft away.

Jack Kerouac (1960). “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity: Pocket Poets Number 51”, p.72, City Lights Books

My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad.

Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.256, Penguin

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

Jack Kerouac (2016). “Old Angel Midnight”, p.8, City Lights Publishers

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

Jack Kerouac (2012). “Big Sur (Annotated)”, p.113, BookBaby

It all ends in tears anyway.

Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.216, Penguin

I'm writing this book because we're all going to die.

Jack Kerouac (1993). “Visions of Cody”, p.354, Penguin