Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““It wounded him to think that he would never be but a shy guest at the feast of the world's culture.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Thought he must be a lunatic—or too fond of the Communion wine or some such thing.” — Carrie Anne Noble Copy Share Image
“Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.” — R.K. Lilley Copy Share Image
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“It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected it, he's inviting us to a feast.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“What nobility of feeling!” he cried. “To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! Well, it is a thing, I confess,… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
“He composed himself inwardly. Sparing the world his awkwardness, hiding vulnerability. Preserving his pride.” — Julie Anne Long Copy Share Image
“Life is a feast, but it’s only the food you ingest that may nourish you.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There wasn’t a bit of innocence or purity in him. He was sinful and cynical. Unapologetic. He cared nothing for the world. He just… — Joanna Chambers 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