Jack Kerouac Quotes

I'm attracted to pathos, because life is mostly pathos. I've had a lot of it in my life.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

I cry sometimes. I get very upset.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

All that was left for me was a terrible kind of paralysis, this waiting game, this heartbreak game.

There was a sad fellow over on a bar stool talking to the bartender, who was polishing a glass and listening with that plastic smile people wear when they are trying not to scream.

You know that sadness and rage you feel about your money? That's the way some of us feel about people.

My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m no good anymore.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

I wish I had no heart, it aches so.

My heart is its own grave!

...bleak territory of the heart.

The easiest thing to feel is sadness.

Betty died of a broken heart. Some people laugh when they hear that phrase, but that's because they don't know anything about the world. People die of broken hearts. It happens every day, and it will go on happening to the end of time.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

My heart's been torn wide open, just like I feared it would be, and I have no willpower to close it back up.

Our hearts are breaking... We are lonely and deserted, sad and sick.

Mama was crying, and the rain made it seem as if the whole world was crying.

People think they know me, but they don't. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

Unfortunately, I can’t run from my heart. It hurts, deep inside my body. And I know I’ll never be the same.