“Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away!” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“There's music along the river For Love wanders there, Pale flowers on his mantle, Dark leaves on his hair.” — 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
“I wish some man or other would take me sometime when hes there and kiss me in his arms theres nothing like… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. Gerty MacDowell loves the boy that has… — 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
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pahrce for the nunce come to a… — 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
“Perhaps it was an old flame he was in mourning for from the days beyond recall. She thought she understood. She would… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“A girl stood before him in midstream, alone and still, gazing out to sea. She seemed like one whom magic had changed… — 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
