Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““There was cold sunlight outside the window.”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold.” — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“It was only sunlight she needed. Pure, delicious sunlight flooding through a room.)” — Kathleen Collins Copy Share Image
“sun’s rays as they broke through the window, the sunlight not feeling” — H.P. Mallory Copy Share Image
“So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the… — Ally Carter Copy Share Image
“I looked over at the empty, black windows of the Whites' apartment, windows that were warm and yellow just yesterday, and I shivered.” — Jackie French Koller Copy Share Image
“He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in” — Elizabeth von Arnim Copy Share Image
“It was a large store and i did not like to go in it because its brightness was cold, like sunlight on distant ice.” — Chaim Potok Copy Share Image
“Beyond the iced windows the sun was sinking. Shadows bloomed across the walls and multiplied in the stairwells, and as the light died it… — Ransom Riggs Copy Share Image
“A blinding sunlight drowned all this at times in a sudden recrudescence of glare.” — Joseph Conrad 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
