The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“How beautiful must be a soul in the state of grace when God looked upon it with love!” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pahrce for the nunce come to a… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the very… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
O thanks be to the great God I got somebody to give me what I badly wanted to put some heart up… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He remembered well, with the curious patient memory of the celibate, the first casual caresses her dress, her breath, her fingers had… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
You ask me why I don’t love you, but surely you must believe I am very fond of you and if to… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The romantic temper, so often and so grievously misinterpreted and not more by others than by its own, is an insecure, unsatisfied,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“But he could no longer disbelieve in the reality of love, since God Himself had loved his individual soul with divine love… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. — James Joyce Copy Share
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many… — James Joyce Copy Share
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share
“two cronies drank to the memory of their past. An abyss of fortune or of temperament sundered him from them. His mind seemed older… — James Joyce Copy Share
He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy… — James Joyce Copy Share
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share
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… — James Joyce Copy Share
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know… — James Joyce Copy Share
