Brightness Quote by James Joyce Download Open image “The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Brightness Library Peace Philosophy of Mind Silence Studious Tranquil
Within the sacred walls of libraries we find the best thoughts, the purest feelings, and the most exalted imaginings of our race. — Christian Nestell Bovee Copy Share Image
“a light that made me think of long hours in dusty libraries, and old books, and silence.” — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
“It may be that I link every library to that first one - to my early childhood experience of drawing on the floor near… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
There's a great space in which this moment takes place. There's a great silence that is listening to the thoughts. — Adyashanti Copy Share Image
“In a few minutes I heard the books' voices: a low, steady, unsupressible hum. I'd heard it many times before. I've always had a… — Martha Cooley Copy Share Image
“Our radio plays rhythm and blues as we pass the joint back and forth in jutjawed silence both looking ahead with big private thoughts… — Jack Kerouac 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
“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
Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
God's glory is the created brightness that surrounds God’s revelation of himself. — Wayne Grudem Copy Share Image
Only an empowered personality can distribute the holy name of the Lord and enjoin all fallen souls to worship Krishna. By distributing the holy… — Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Copy Share Image
Daily simple, sincere, and mighty prayers lift our lives to a higher spiritual altitude. In our prayers we praise God, give thanks to Him,… — Dieter F. Uchtdorf Copy Share Image
A joyful life isn’t about others; it’s about the brightness that is associated with being alive. Your path to it is through anything that… — Martha Beck Copy Share Image
Without good humour, learning and bravery can only confer that superiority which swells the heart of the lion in the desert, where he roars… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
For pain is perhaps but a violent pleasure? Who could determine the point where pleasure becomes pain, where pain is still a pleasure? Is… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. — John Milton Copy Share Image
More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. — Ryszard Kapuscinski Copy Share Image
Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead, a light whose dubious brightness… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
What a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen.… — James Dickey Copy Share Image