Quotes from Jack London

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

Había que dominar o ser dominado; y la piedad era una señal de debilidad. En la vida primitiva no existía. Se confundía piedad con temor y ello acarreaba la muerte. Matar o morir, comer o ser comido: tal era la ley; y Buck obedecía a aquel mandato que surgía de las profundidades del tiempo.

I oto zew doszedÅ' Bucka, nieomylny, zdobyty, prawdziwy. SiadÅ' wiÄ™c równie? i równie? zawyÅ'.

impossible . . . and . . . and I so loved our partnership, and was proud of it.  Don't you see?—I can't go on being your partner if you make

How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!

Childish and immaterial as the topic was, the quality of their reasoning was still more childish and immaterial. In truth, there was very little reasoning or none at all. Their method was one of assertion, assumption, and denunciation

But, - and there it is, - we want to live and move, though we have no reason to, because it happens that it is the nature of life to live and move, to want to live and move. If it were not for this, life would be dead. It is because of this life that is in you that you dream of your immortality. The life that is in you is alive and wants to go on being alive forever. Bah! An eternity of piggishness!

Không nên tin vào b? ngoài, mà trÆ°á»›c h?t ph?i Ä'em ra thá»­ thách thá»±c t?.

Not only did they not know how to work dogs, but they did not know how to work themselves.

Cesur bir erkeÄŸi ölürken seyretmek, bir korka??n hayat? için s?zlan???n? dinlemekten daha kolayd?r.

I love to think of the success of Berande," he said; "but that is secondary.  It is subordinate to the dearest wish, which is that some day you will share Berande with me in a completer way than that of mere business partnership.  It is for you, some day, when you are ready, to be my wife.

All life likes power, and Beauty Smith was no exception. Denied the expression of power amongst his own kind, he fell back upon the lesser creatures and there vindicated the life that was in him. But Beauty Smith had not created himself, and no blame was to be attached to him. He had come into the world with a twisted body and a brute intelligence. This had constituted the clay of him, and it had not been kindly moulded by the world.

Kelimeyi gördünüz mü, ÅŸahane kelimeyi: Ä°ktidar! Tanr? deÄŸil, zenginlik deÄŸil, iktidar! Bunu al?n ve dilinizde tüy bitinceye kadar tekrar edin: Ä°ktidar!

Yükselen bir s?n?f?n bulunduÄŸu her yerde ahlak?n büyük k?sm? menfaatlerden ve bu s?n?f?n üstünlük duygusundan doÄŸar.

What's right got to do with it? he demanded back. You see all those books. He moved his hand over the array of volumes on the walls of his tiny office. All my reading and studying of them has taught me that law is one thing and right is another thing. Ask any lawyer. You go to Sunday-school to learn what is right. But you go to those books to learn . . . law.

Porque Smith era cruel, con aquella crueldad característica de lo cobardes. Dispuesto siempre a humillarse y a huir ante los golpes o las injurias de un hombre, se vengaba de ello con los seres más débiles.

herkes suçlu olunca kimse cezaland?r?lamazd?.

To man has been given the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his altars crumbling; but to the wolf and the wild dog that have come in to crouch at man's feet, this grief has never come.

In face of the facts that modern man lives more wretchedly than the cave-man, and that his producing power is a thousand times greater than that of the cave-man, no other conclusion is possible than that the capitalist class has mismanaged, that you have mismanaged, my masters, that you have criminally and selfishly mismanaged.

Why this longing for Life? It is a game which no man wins. To live is to toil hard, and to suffer sore, till Old Age creeps heavily upon us and we throw down our hands on the cold ashes of dead fires. It is hard to live.

The woman factor explains many things of men.

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

stand ipecacuanha, and which of them were constitutionally unable to retain that powerful drug.  One who lay dead he ordered to be carried out.  He spoke in the sharp, peremptory manner of a man who would take no nonsense, and the well men who obeyed his orders scowled malignantly.  One muttered deep in his chest as he took the corpse by the feet.  The white man exploded in speech and action.  It cost him a painful effort, but his arm shot out, landing

If looks could kill I should have been a dead man that day.  Openly they spat at sight of me, and, everywhere arose snarls and cries.