Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““His heart danced upon her movements like a cork on the tide.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl… — 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 their cowl… — 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 their cowl… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“He was so close she could almost hear the movement of his thoughts, the role of the tide; she had slipped inside his skin.” — Tess Callahan Copy Share Image
“They fell quiet. Cork wanted to say he loved her. He wanted to ask her to forgive him. He wanted to lay his head… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share Image
“There was Ireland in his voice, dreamy wisps of it that could, unexpectedly, wind around her heart.” — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
“When you’re a cork in someone else’s stream of consciousness, all you can do is spin and bob in the eddies.” — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough… — Glenda Millard Copy Share Image
“So he was frustrated with her. Most people rolled their eyes when they got frustrated. Alaric made dolphins do ballet.” — Alyssa Day Copy Share Image
“If a heart could actually swell with warmth, he knew his just had. He was the anchor and she was the beautiful vessel swinging… — Natasza Waters 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
