Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The stairs unfold from the ceiling like a gentleman extending his hand.” — Kristin Hannah Copy Share Image
“At the first turning of the second stair I turned and saw below The same shape twisted on the banister Under the vapour in… — Thomas Stearns Eliot Copy Share Image
“And the stairs. Oh, the stairs. The staircase in our third-floor walk-up was the steepest, hardest, metal-est staircase I have ever encountered in my… — Mindy Kaling Copy Share Image
“The world is a staircase," hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. "Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.” — Annie Proulx Copy Share Image
“...and one of those neat spiral stairways in the far corner-I wonder where it leads. Spiral staircases always seem to me like they must… — Helen Phillips Copy Share Image
“Every step of every stairs contains many precious treasures for you to ascend further up and to go further far!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Once in a lifetime every man encounters a very special staircase which can take him to very high grounds; but only some of them… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Stairs are wonderful friends; they rise with us and they fall with us!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Whatever we did see and endure in those stairs, we were the lucky ones. For some, there were no stairs and no exit at… — Leslie Haskin Copy Share Image
“Morning came, and a grey wash of light found Dan, his cheek thrust hard in the carpeted right-angle of the bottom stair” — Will Self 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
