Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““he said it was sweeter and thicker than cows then he wanted to milk me into the tea...”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“the kind of person took milk in his tea on one day and decided against it on the next.” — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
“I feel like a cup of tea with no milk. I just had one. It was disgusting.” — Paul Colman Copy Share Image
“This was going to be the best cup of tea ever, even if it did look piss weak and oily. He took a gentle… — Simon Dunn Copy Share Image
“Oh, yeah, this is the shit. I told you that last night. Be better if I had some milk.” He took another bite. “Mmm,… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“What on earth did I ask him to tea for!” he said to himself, as he went to the pantry.” — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“The tea was so delicious that it was not necessary to pretend it was anything but tea.” — Frances Hodgson Burnett Copy Share Image
“Slade suddenly grinned. “Her milk is much better than anything in a glass.” Tiger dropped his gaze. “I bet it is. It smells good.… — Laurann Dohner Copy Share Image
“Small wonder he refused to marry. Why buy a cow when there were udders all around begging to be milked?” — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“nothing helped tea. It simply was what it was, which was boiling hot and flavorless.” — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“I laughed so hard I nearly spit out my hot tea. The strange part was the fact that I was drinking coffee at that… — Jarod Kintz 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 than theirs: it shone coldly on their strifes and happiness and regrets like a moon upon a younger earth. No life or youth stirred in him as it had stirred in them. He had known neither… — James Joyce Copy Share
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
