Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““Oh rocks!' says Molly Bloom, drumming her fingers in impatience. 'Tell us in plain words.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“That’s why I need a ride, Molly,” his lip ring brushing the shell of her ear. “I don’t know where you live.” — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
“I told you," Molly said, never looking toward me. "It's in the past. Leave it there." "You listening to my head, kiddo?" Her mouth… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“That’s why I need a ride, Molly,” his lip ring brushing the shell of her ear. “I don’t know where you live.” She dropped… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
“Emery gives me a rock that she's colored on. She whispers in my ear. "You can smash people's fingers with it when they're mean.” — Jillian Dodd Copy Share Image
“When Lucky spilled his seed inside her, Molly knew with a certainty that they had just made a new life together.” — Eugenia Riley Copy Share Image
“God. Damn. She's fucking addictive. I want her. Her taste. Must have her. The scent of her perfume. Say yes to this, Scout. The… — K. Bromberg Copy Share Image
“You’re certainly blooming, Billy. Before my very eyes. I just don’t know into what.” — William Goldman Copy Share Image
“Gail looked out at the water, wanting to hear it again, that soft foghorn sound, and she did, but it was inside her this… — Joe Hill Copy Share Image
“I groan against her neck and nuzzle into her hair, wishing I could fucking inhale her scent like crack. Not a very romantic reference,… — C.M. Stunich Copy Share Image
“Shit. Next I’ll hold her hand and start talking about butterflies and rainbows. Fuck me.” — Jennifer L. Armentrout 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
