“—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.” — 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
Our souls, shame-wounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve.… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Our souls, shamewounded by our sins, cling to us yet more, a woman to her lover clinging, the more the more. She… — 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
![“Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.” quote by James Joyce](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/5e1/james-joyce-281_instant_theologians-consider-that-it-was-the-sin_1575436.jpg)
