Dubliner seems to me to have some meaning and I doubt whether the same can be said for such words asLondoner and… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Like the tender fire of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Some undefined sorrow was hidden in the hearts of the protagonists as they stood in silence beneath the leafless trees and when… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He did not want to play. He wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
James Joyce Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“The soul is born, he said vaguely, first in those moments I told you of. It has a slow and dark birth,… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“...before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible...” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“And yet and yet! That strained look on her face! A gnawing sorrow is there all the time. Her very soul is… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space. — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Stephen watched the three glasses being raised from the counter as his father and his two cronies drank to the memory of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this… — 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
“She asked me why I never came, said she had heard all sorts of stories about me. This was only to gain… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
Desire's wind blasts the thorntree but after it becomes from a bramblebush to be a rose upon the rood of time. — 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
“There was no hope for him this time: it was the third stroke. Night after night I had passed the house (it… — 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
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
