“...the obscure soul of the world, a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
[...] a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He burned to appease the fierce longings of his heart before which everything else was idle and alien. He cared little that… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor hear her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He asked himself what is a woman standing on the stairs in the shadow, listening to distant music, a symbol of. If… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“His shadow lay over the rocks as he bent, ending. Why not endless till the farthest star? Darkly they are there behind… — 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