Tristessa Quotes

“The beauty of things must be that they end.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I'll go to the south of Sicily in the winter, and paint memories of Arles – I'll buy a piano and Mozart me that – I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life – This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“We are nothing.
- Tomorrow we may be die.
We are nothing.
- You and me.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Like Goethe at 80, you know the futility of love and you shrug--you shrug away the warm kiss”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Oh what was the racket that backeted and smashed in raging might, to make this oil-puddle world?--”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“She is giving me my life back and not claiming it for herself as so many of the women you love do claim.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“It starts raining harder, I've got a long way to go walking and pushing that sore leg right along in the gathering rain, no chance no intention whatever of hailing a cab, the whiskey and the Morphine have made me unruffled by the sickness of the poison in my heart.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Does kittykat know there's a pigeon on the clothes closet?”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Some people have vibrations that come straight from the vibrating heart of the sun, unjaded...”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I know everything's alright but I want proof and the Buddhas and the Virgin Marys are there reminding me of the solemn pledge of faith in this harsh and stupid earth where we rage our so-called lives in a sea of worry, meat for Chicagos of Graves - right this minute my very father and my very brother lie side by side in mud in the North and I'm supposed to be smarter than they are - being quick I am dead.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I realize all the uncountable manifestations the thinking-mind invents to place wall of horror before its pure perfect realization that there is no wall and no horror just Transcendental Empty Kissable Milk Light of Everlasting Eternity's true and perfectly empty nature.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I play games with her fabulous eyes and she longs to be in a monastery”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I'd rather walk than ride the airplane, I can fall on the ground flat on my face and die that way.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“I see the whole thing popping and parenthesizing in every direction, the story of that house and that kitchen.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Trouble is, what would I do with her once I won her?- it's like winning an angel in hell and you are then entitled to go down with her to where it's worse or maybe there'll be light, some, down there, maybe it's me's crazy-”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Art thou Masochist, lord, art thou Indian Giver, art thou Hater?”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Count all these
sufferings from here to the end of the endless sky which is no
sky and see how many you can add together to make a figure
to impress the Boss of Dead Souls in the Meat Manufactory in
city City CITY everyone of them in pain and born to die,
milling in the streets at 2 A M underneath those imponderable
skies”—their enormous endlessness, the sweep of the Mexican
plateau away from the Moon—living but to die, the sad song
of it I hear sometimes on my roof in the Tejado district,
rooftop cell, with candles, waiting for my Nirvana or my
Tristessa—neither come, at noon I hear “La Paloma” being
played on mental radios in the fallways between the tenement
windows—the crazy kid next door sings, the dream is taking
place right now, the music is so sad, the French horns ache, the
high whiney violins and the deberratarra-rabaratarara of the
Indian Spanish announcer. Living but to die, here we wait on
this shelf, and up in heaven is all that gold open caramel, ope
my door—Diamond Sutra is the sky.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“آدم‌ها سرزمین بدبختی‌های خودشان را بذرپاشی می‌کنند و از صخره‌های تصورات غلط و گمراه‌کننده‌ی خودشان لنگ‌لنگان بالا می‌روند، و زندگی سخت است. او می‌داند، من می‌دانم، تو هم می‌دانی”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristeza

“Ela acaricia meu braço com o dedo. Tento me lembrar de meu lugar e minha posição na eternidade. Renunciei à luxúria pela luxúria, renunciei à sexualidade e ao impulso inibidor, quero entrar na torrente sagrada de luz e ficar seguro em meu caminho para a outra margem, mas deixaria, de boa vontade, um beijo para Tristessa por escutar os apelos de meu coração. Ela sabe que eu a amo e admiro com todo o meu coração e que estou me segurando. "Você tem sua vida': diz ela "e eu tenho que cuidar da minha", ela me devolve minha vida e não a exige para si mesma como fazem tantas mulheres que você ama. - Eu a amo mas quero partir. Ela diz: "Eu sei.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Tristessa e a estranheza de seu rosto amoroso, asteca, garota índia com olhos de Billie Holliday misteriosos e semicerrados e com uma grande voz melancólica como as atrizes vienenses de rostos tristes como Luise Rainer que fizeram toda a Ucrânia chorar em 1910. [...] Curvas lindas em forma de pêra moldam a pele de seu rosto, que tem pestanas compridas e tristes, e uma resignação de Virgem Maria, e uma compleição cor de café e textura de pêssego e olhos de um mistério impressionante com uma falta de expressão de profundidade rasteira, meio desdém meio um lamento de dor pesaroso.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Curvas lindas em forma de pêra moldam a pele de seu rosto, que tem pestanas compridas e tristes, e uma resignação de Virgem Maria, e uma compleição cor de café e textura de pêssego e olhos de um mistério impressionante com uma falta de expressão de profundidade rasteira, meio desdém meio um lamento de dor pesaroso.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Vou para o sul da Sicília no inverno e pintar lembranças de Arles – Vou comprar um piano e me mozartear – vou escrever histórias tristes e compridas sobre pessoas na lenda da minha vida.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“Since beginningless time and into the never-ending future, men have loved women without telling them, and the Lord has loved them without telling, and the void is not the void because there's nothing to be empty of.

Art there, Lord Star? - Diminished is the drizzle that broke my calm.”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa

“lugubrious”
― Jack Kerouac, Tristessa