Author of quotes: Jack London. Page 2

Tired of the constant hopes
Tired of joyful feasts,
Not knowing fears and desires,
We blessed the gods
For what heart in man
Not ever will tremble,
Because all rivers
Someday to the sea surface.

Every hour of love pays off in full, both sides get their way. In this case, there can be neither the presentation of accounts or claim: to demand love just ridiculous.

Frost and apathy are incompatible. North makes a person the boldness and determination, that did not occur in a warmer climate.

If a man throw a woman grateful look, as she wants to translate that moment into eternity.

And the she-wolf sat back and smiled. The spectacle of the battle aroused in her a vague feeling of joy, for this is love in the Northern wilderness, and the tragedy of her knows the only one who is dying. For those of you who remains alive, she was not a tragedy, and celebrations of the realized desires.

She even enjoyed it. Her time was come - which is rare, when the hair stands on end, Fang Fang hits, tearing, polowat supple body - and all this only for the sake of owning it.

... And please be honest with me!
- Of course, I Apple of Frank - of pealseal Ruth, hiding her awkwardness, because she was straight with him, and is unlikely to be completely honest the next time.

In my line of sight from a scale, try to weigh your love and understand what she is.

I smelled meat, and it is to my taste. I am moving on.
I've got my taste of meat, and I like it. I'm going on.

People are not defeated until defeat.
A man was not beaten until he was beaten.

The system is statistics. If the system is correct, never lose. But happiness can always cheat.
A system is statistical. When you get the right system you can't lose, and that's the difference between it and a hunch. You never know when the right hunch is going wrong.

Who plays the system, he always loses. When the system, there is no happiness.
Systems is sure losers. They ain't no hunches in systems.

I realized that the quest for gold is, in essence, a sporting event.
It strikes me that stampeding is at best a sporting proposition.

He recalled the famous words of one of the mad philosopher on the soul. And indeed, at this moment he was much more important to overtake the Baby than to find a fortune. He came to the conclusion that the game is the important thing, not winning. All the forces of his soul, his mind, his Brawn was sent only to defeat this man, who in all his life did not read a single book and could not distinguish screech hurdy-gurdy from Opera arias.
Through his brain was running a phrase of the mad philosopher - "the transvaluation of values". In truth, he was less interested in staking a fortune than in beating Shorty. After all, he concluded, it wasn't the reward of the game but the playing of it that counted. Mind, and muscle, and stamina, and soul, were challenged in a contest with this Shorty, a man who had never opened the books, and who did not know grand opera from rag-time, nor an epic from a chilblain.