Jack Kerouac Quotes About Water

Quotes about: Water

• I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past childhood or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.

  Jack Kerouac

  Dream, Wisdom, Song

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

• Walking on water wasn't built in a day.

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  Water, Walking On Water, Walking

  Jack Kerouac (2013). “Book of Haikus”, p.169, Penguin

• Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

  Jack Kerouac

  Happiness, Running, Beach

  Jack Kerouac (1986). “The Dharma Bums”, p.7, Penguin

• Sometimes I’d get mad because things didn’t work out so well, I’d spoil a flapjack, or slip in the snowfield while getting water, or one time my shovel went sailing down into the gorge, and I’d be so mad I’d want to bite the mountaintops and would come in the shack and kick the cupboard and hurt my toe. But let the mind beware, though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

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  Hurt, Mad, Water

  Jack Kerouac (2011). “The Dharma Bums”, p.254, Penguin UK

• I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do.

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  Morning, Hate, Stupid

  Jack Kerouac (2012). “Desolation Angels”, p.18, Penguin UK

• The words are clear as in the reflection of the world on the water. Therefore write the Word at once, everywhere, from now till your hand is paralyzed, for THERE will be your work for GOD, since you can not work for God in other ways, and would not, & don't know how, or bend that way, from habit, & from talent in the use & signification & arrangement of the Word.

  Jack Kerouac

  Writing, Reflection, Hands

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