Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
My words in her mind: cold polished stones sinking through a quagmire. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Alone, what did Bloom feel? The cold of interstellar space, thousands of degrees below freezing point or the absolute zero of Fahrenheit,… — 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 Image
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 Image
Shaw's works make me admire the magnificent tolerance and broadmindedness of the english. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Do you know what Ireland is?' asked Stephen with cold violence. 'Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
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 Image
