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By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

Far away in the west the sun was setting and the last glow of all too fleeting day lingered lovingly on sea and strand, on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever the waters of the bay, on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, last but not least, on the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of prayer to her who is in her pure radiance a beacon ever to the stormtossed heart of man, Mary, star of the sea.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

I see the regions of snow and ice, I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn, I see the seal-seeker in his boat poising his lance, I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge drawn by dogs, I see the porpoise-hunters, I see the whale-crews of the south Pacific and the north Atlantic, I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys of Switzerland - I mark the long winters and the isolation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

By Anonym 18 Sep

James Joyce

THE HALCYON DAYS: Mackerel! Live us again. Hurray! (THEY CHEER) BLOOM: (HOBBLEDEHOY, WARMGLOVED, MAMMAMUFFLERED, STARRED WITH SPENT SNOWBALLS, STRUGGLES TO RISE) Again! I feel sixteen! What a lark! Let's ring all the bells in Montague street. (HE CHEERS FEEBLY) Hurray for the High School! THE ECHO: Fool!

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

He felt above him the vast indifferent dome and the calm processes of the heavenly bodies; and the earth beneath him, the earth that had borne him, had taken him to her breast.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded, In silvery arches spanning the air, Saw you my true love anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away!

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

Era estranho, outrossim, que ele sentisse um árido prazer em seguir até o fim as rígidas linhas da doutrina da Igreja e penetrasse em tétricos silêncios apenas para ouvir e sentir mais profundamente a sua própria condenação. A frase de São Tiago que diz que aquele peca contra um mandamento se torna culpado por todos pareceu-lhe, no começo, oca, até que começou a sondar a treva do seu próprio estado. Da má semente da ambição todos os outros pecados mortais tinham saldado: orgulho de si próprio e desprezo pelos outros; avareza em guardar dinheiro para a compra de prazeres ilícitos; inveja daqueles cujos vícios não podia atingir; caluniosas murmurações contra os piedosos; voracidade em sentir os alimentos, a estúpida raiva em que ardia e no meio da qual examinava o seu tédio; o pântano de indolência espiritual e corporal dentro do qual todo o seu ser estava atolado.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Oh Ireland my first and only love Where Christ and Caesar are hand in glove!

By Anonym 20 Sep

James Joyce

You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use— silence, exile, and cunning.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

I am, a stride at a time

By Anonym 18 Sep

James Joyce

—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

I am not likely to die of bashfulness but neither am I prepared to be crucified to attest the perfection of my art. I dislike to hear of any stray heroics on the prowl for me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

He comes into the world God knows how, walks on the water, gets out of his grave and goes up off the Hill of Howth. What drivel is this?

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

He watched their flight; bird after bird: a dark flash, a swerve, a flutter of wings. He tried to count them before all their darting quivering bodies passed: six, ten, eleven: and wondered were they odd or even in number. Twelve, thirteen: for two came wheeling down from the upper sky. They were flying high and low but ever round and round in straight and curving lines and ever flying from left to right, circling about a temple of air.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

In the particular is contained the universal.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

I am a worker, a tombstone mason, anxious to pleace averyburies and jully glad when Christmas comes his once ayear.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eon of the gods.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

Estaba destinado a aprender su propia sabiduría aparte de los otros o a aprender la sabiduría de los otros por sí mismo, errando entre las asechanzas del mundo.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

When I heard the word ''stream'' uttered with such a revolting primness, what I think of is urine and not the contemporary novel. And besides, it isn't new, it is far from the dernier cri. Shakespeare used it continually, much too much in my opinion, and there's Tristam Shandy, not to mention the "Agamemnon.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Never let us do wrong, because our opponents did so. Let us, rather, by doing right, show them what they ought to have done, and establish a rule the dictates of reason and conscience, rather than of the angry passions.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

I smiled at him. America, I said quietly, just like that. What is it? The sweepings of every country including our own. Isn't that true? That's a fact.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

and look at this ... sentenced to be nuzzled over a full trillion times for ever and a night till his noddle sink or swim by that ideal reader suffering from an ideal insomnia: all those red raddled obeli cayennepeppercast over the text, calling unnecessary attention to errors, omissions, repetitions and misalignments.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

His life would be lonely too until he, too, died, ceased to exist, became a memory - if anyone remembered him.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

Heavenly weather really. If life was always like that. Cricket weather. Sit around under sunshades. Over after over. Out. They can't play it here. Duck for six wickets. Still Captain Culler broke a window in the Kildare street club with a slog to square leg. Donnybrook fair more in their line. And the skulls we were acracking when M'Carthy took the floor. Heatwave. Won't last. Always passing, the stream of life, which in the stream of life we trace is dearer than them all.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

By an epiphany he meant a sudden spiritual manifestation, whether in the vulgarity of speech or of gesture or memorable phrase of the mind itself. He believed it was for the man of letters to record these epiphanies with extreme care (saving them for later use, that is), seeing that they themselves are the most delicate and evanescent of moments.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

Every age must look for its sanction to its poetry and philosophy, for in these the human mind, as it looks backward or forward, attains to an eternal state.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Shut your eyes and see.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

In woman's womb word is made flesh but in the spirit of the maker all flesh that passes becomes the word that shall not pass away. This is the postcreation.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

By Anonym 15 Sep

James Joyce

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

James Joyce

Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

Civilization may be said indeed to be the creation of its outlaws.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Joyce

He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Nations have their ego, just like individuals.

By Anonym 14 Sep

James Joyce

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.