“He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“What dreams would he have, not seeing. Life a dream for him. Where is the justice being born that way?” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Look here, Cranly, he said. You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell… — 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
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Don't you think there is a certain resemblance between the mystery of the Mass and what I am trying to do?...To give… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Read your own obituary notice; they say you live longer. Gives you second wind. New lease of life. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“...the modern mind...is interested above all in subtleties, equivocations and the subterranean complexities which dominate the average man and compose his life....modern… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Jesus Christ, with His divine understanding of every understanding of our human nature, understood that not all men were called to the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
[A writer is] a priest of eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
To discover the mode of life or of art whereby my spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Amen.So be it. Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
One of the things I could never get accustomed to in my youth was the difference I found between life and literature. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“But the surest sign that his confession had been good and that he had had sincere sorrow for his sin was, he… — 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
“His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church:… — 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
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