Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““No serás el dueño de otros ni tampoco su esclavo.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Quien no lleva dentro un lobo no tiene por eso que ser feliz tampoco.” — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
“–Mira a tu dueño y señor, a tu siervo y adorador. Mía para toda la eternidad. Tuyo a través de los tiempos.” — Lola P. Nieva Copy Share Image
“No puedes tirarte por un precipicio cuando ya te has caído por otro más grande” — Kami Garcia y Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
“-No me gustan los niños. -Tampoco te gustan mucho los adultos. Ni nadie que esté entre unos y otros.” — Neal Shusterman Copy Share
“A reinar, fortuna, vamos; no me despiertes, si duermo, y si es verdad, no me duermas.” — Calderón Copy Share Image
“Todo cambia con el tiempo, no necesariamente para mal, pero no siempre para bien, tampoco.” — J.M. Darhower 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
