And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon.
– Jack Kerouac
Related Quotes:
- The question is precisely to know whether the past has ceased to exist, or ceased to be useful… – Henri Bergson
- Tonight the sky was utterly black. Perhaps there was no moon tonight-”a lunar eclipse, a new moon. A new moon. I shivered, though I wasn’t cold. – Stephenie Meyer
- With my sunglasses on, I’m Jack Nicholson. Without them, I’m fat and 60.-Jack Nicholson – Jack Nicholson
- People just weren’t interesting. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be. But animals, birds, even insects were. I couldn’t understand it. – Charles Bukowski
- All the Creator’s children are blessed with gifts. We are all given special skills to assist each other her, including animals, plants and insects. – Eileen Anglin
- Those half-learn’d witlings, num’rous in our isle As half-form’d insects on the banks of Nile – Alexander Pope
- To a good approximation, all species are insects. – Robert May
- We don’t give a damn to the insects on our Earth, but if we could find even a single insect on Mars, the whole world would cherish it like crazy! – Mehmet Murat ildan
- Leave it to the Americans to use love as a motivational tool while challenging insects to declare whether they are with you or against you. – Taiyo Fujii
- On his misfit globe he has outlasted the mammoth and the pterodactyl, but he has never got the upper hand of bacteria and the insects. – James Thurber
- Here I was at the end of America – no more land – and now there was nowhere to go but back. – Jack Kerouac
- Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now. – Jack Kerouac
- All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together. – Jack Kerouac
- When you’ve understood this scripture, throw it away. If you can’t understand this scripture, throw it away. I insist on your freedom. – Jack Kerouac
- Oh, I love, love, love women! I think women are wonderful! I love women! – Jack Kerouac
- Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn’t ever last. – Jack Kerouac
- How is there laughter, how is there joy, as this world is always burning? – Jack Kerouac
- Be in love with your life. Every minute of it. – Jack Kerouac
- I’m back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it’s my one and only world, and I’ll do the best I can. – Jack Kerouac
- Who has believed in the world and died with its name on his lips? – Jack Kerouac
- We lay on our backs, looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when He made life so sad. We made vague plans to meet in Frisco. – Jack Kerouac
- Jesus was a strange hobo who walked on water-” – Jack Kerouac
- One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls. – Jack Kerouac
- …but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing. – Jack Kerouac
- I suddenly realized I was in California. Warm, palmy air – air you can kiss – and palms. – Jack Kerouac
- There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go. – Jack Kerouac
- There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go. – Jack Kerouac
- We wandered in a frenzy and a dream (301). – Jack Kerouac
- -¦of constipation of the brain & diarrhea of the mouth. – Jack Kerouac
- The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow. – Jack Kerouac
- Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror) – Jack Kerouac
- Is Virgin you trying to fathom me – Jack Kerouac
- A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of. – Jack Kerouac
- Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed! – Jack Kerouac
- And I go home having lost her love. And write this book. – Jack Kerouac
- I clearly saw the skeleton underneathall this show of personalitywhat is left of a manand all his pride but bones? – Jack Kerouac
- I have such a hopeless dream of walking or being there at night, nothing happens, I just p???, everything is unbearably over with. – Jack Kerouac
- This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do. – Jack Kerouac
- Did I come into this world thru the womb of my mother the earth just so I could talk and write like everybody else? – Jack Kerouac
- Soon I’ll find the right words, they’ll be very simple. – Jack Kerouac