A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come,… — 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
Michael Robartes remembers forgotten beauty and, when his arms wrap her round, he presses in his arms the loveliness which has long… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I see the regions of snow and ice, I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn, I see the seal-seeker in his… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me. — 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
It seems to me you do not care what banality a man expresses so long as he expresses it in Irish. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
What birds were they? (...) He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice be- hind the wainscot : a shrill… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
In this life our sorrows are either not very long or not very great because nature either overcomes them by habits or… — 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
