Jack Kerouac Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• The bartenders are the regular band of Jack, and the heavenly drummer who looks up to the sky with blue eyes, with a beard, is wailing beer-caps of bottles and jamming on the cash register and everything is going to the beat - It's the beat generation, its béat, it's the beat to keep, it's the beat of the heart, it's being beat and down in the world and like oldtime lowdown.

  Jack Kerouac

  Heart, Eye, Beer

  Jack Kerouac (2012). “Desolation Angels”, p.194, Penguin UK

• Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

  Jack Kerouac

  Life, Stars, Eye

  Jack Kerouac, Ann Charters (1996). “Selected letters, 1940-1956”, Penguin Paperbacks

• My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

  Jack Kerouac

  Wisdom, Eye, Tears

  Jack Kerouac (2000). “Atop an Underwood: Early Stories and Other Writings”, p.92, Penguin

• 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

  Wisdom, Eye, Mad

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

• Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Swimming, Sea

• ...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Soul, Lovely

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “Road Novels 1957-1960”

• Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

  Jack Kerouac

  Beautiful, Girl, Sweet

• Marylou was watching Dean as she had watched him clear across the country and back, out of the corner of her eye--with a sullen, sad air, as though she wanted to cut off his head and hide it in her closet, an envious and rueful love of him so amazingly himself, all raging and sniffy and crazy-wayed, a smile of tender dotage but also sinister envy that frightened me about her, a love she knew would never bear fruit because when she looked at his hangjawed bony face with its male self-containment and absentmindedness she knew he was too mad.

  Jack Kerouac

  Country, Crazy, Eye

  Jack Kerouac (1957). “On the Road”, Viking Press

• I nudged myself closer to the ledge and closed my eyes and thought 'Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space,' and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, 'When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing.' The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats.

  Jack Kerouac

  Cute, Eye, Hair

• I pictured myself in a Denver bar that night, with all the gang, and in their eyes I would be strange and ragged and like the Prophet who has walked across the land to bring the dark Word, and the only Word I had was 'Wow!

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Dark, Night

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “On the Road: The Original Scroll: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.139, Penguin

• Life was dense, dark, ancient. They watched Dean, serious and insane at his raving wheel, with eyes of hawks. All had their hands outstretched. They had come down from the back mountains and higher places to hold forth their hands for something they thought civilization could offer, and they never dreamed the sadness and the poor broken delusion of it.

  Jack Kerouac

  Sadness, Eye, Dark

  "On the Road".

• Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Tired, Heart

• ...[the photographer] can be considered a kind of disembodied burrowing eye, a conspirator against time and its hammers. His work, print after print of it, seems to call to be shown before the decay which it portrays flattens all... Here are the records of the age before an imminent collapse.

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Age, Hammers

• Anybody doesn't like these pitchers don't like potry, see? Anybody don't like potry go home see television shots of big hatted cowboys being tolerated by kind horses. Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the poets of the world. To Robert Frank I now give this message: You got eyes.

  Jack Kerouac

  Horse, Nice, Eye

• Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days and broke up their Sousa marches into ragtime. Then there was swing, and Roy Eldridge, vigorous and virile, blasting the horn for everything it had in waves of power and logic and subtlety - leaning into it with glittering eyes and a lovely smile and sending it out broadcast to rock the jazz world.

  Jack Kerouac

  Beautiful, Eye, New Orleans

  Jack Kerouac (1976). “On the Road”, p.241, Penguin

• The smog was heavy, my eyes were weeping from it, the sun was hot, the air stank, a regular hell is L.A.

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Air, Hot

  Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.117, Penguin

• At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

  Jack Kerouac

  Eye, Night, Mud

  Jack Kerouac (2013). “Maggie Cassidy (Annotated)”, p.36, BookBaby

• One night I realized that when you give people understanding and encouragement a funny little meek childish look abashes their eyes, no matter what they've been doing they weren't sure it was right - lambies all over the world.

  Jack Kerouac

  Encouragement, Eye, Night

  Jack Kerouac (2007). “Lonesome Traveler”, p.121, Grove/Atlantic, Inc.

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