Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““the park’s so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“If you close your eyes in a park you will realise that everything you see around is at the same time in the air… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from… — John Wick Copy Share Image
“I see you in every flower in the park, every color in a rainbow and in every scent that reminds me of the things… — Denise Mathew Copy Share Image
“Sometimes the world feels so heavy that I crave the limelight - where the curtain rises, and the darkness becomes art.” — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“In the park, the bright colors of the children's clothing, the timbre of their young voices, lowered and darkened.” — Cherise Wolas Copy Share Image
“I love the sunrise, but not as much as I love you. Will you pass me my midnight-black blindfold?” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
“Let you be surrounded by the lights when the darkness visits you!” — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
“Look out my window, what do I see? A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me. All the nightmares came… — David Bowie Copy Share Image
“I see using my other senses. I can smell the rain before it drops, but I can’t watch it fall. I can feel the… — Sydney Wells 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
