“It flows purling, widely flowing, floating foampool, flower unfurling.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He closed his eyes in the languor of sleep. His eyelids trembled as if they felt the vast cyclic movement of 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 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
