Jack Kerouac Quotes About Angels

Quotes about: Angels

• Are we fallen angels who didn't want to believe that nothing is nothing and so were born to lose our loved ones and dear friends one by one and finally our own life, to see it proved?

  Jack Kerouac

  Wisdom, Believe, Angel

  Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.239, Penguin

• 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.

  Jack Kerouac

  Girl, Believe, Mean

• A fine thing to be talking about angels in this day when common thieves smash the holy rosaries of their victims in the street.

  Jack Kerouac

  Angel, Talking, Rosary

  Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1995). “The portable Jack Kerouac”, Penguin Group USA

• Then it's goodbye, Sangsara for me Besides, girls aren't as good as they look And Samadhi is better than you think When it starts in hitting your head In with Buzz of glittergold Heaven's Angels, wailing, saying We've been waiting for you since morning, Jack Why were you so long dallying in the sooty room? This transcendental Brilliance Is the better part (of Nothingness I sing) Okay. Quit. Mad. Stop.

  Jack Kerouac

  Girl, Goodbye, Morning

• And just for a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, wiht a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the angels dove off and flew into the holy void of uncreated emptiness, the potent and inconceivable radiancies shining in bright Mind Essence, innumerable lotus-lands falling open in the magic mothswarm of heaven. - Sal Paradise

  Jack Kerouac

  Moving, Fall, Angel

• -no girl had ever moved me with a story of spiritual suffering and so beautifully her soul showing out radiant as an angel wandering in hell and the hell the selfsame streets I'd roamed in watching, watching for someone just like her and never dreaming the darkness and the mystery and eventuality of our meeting in eternity.

  Jack Kerouac

  Girl, Dream, Spiritual

  Jack Kerouac (1958). “The Subterraneans”, p.36, Grove Press

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