Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““Only a fadograph of a yestern scene.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I discovered that when one follows the artist's eye one sees unexpected treasures in so many seemingly ordinary scenes.” — Julia Child Copy Share Image
“I think—the hero observes that nothing is so frightening as a labyrinth with no center.” — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“There was a glamor to it, a perfection and a completeness and a symmetry to it like Grecian art.” — Magaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, at heart, I am a storyteller; and the universe is my canvas.” — Max L. Phillips Copy Share Image
“And if what they say is true--if every great painting is really a self-portrait--what, if anything, is Fabritius saying about himself?” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“plot is not the story, but an Ariadne's thread you follow through a labyrinth of scenes.” — David Morley Copy Share Image
“An empty theater is a promise unfulfilled.In a few hours, everything around him would be light and noise. Laughter and applause. Colorful people packed… — Seth Grahame-Smith 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
