Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““Unsheathe your dagger definitions; Horseness is the Whatness of All Horse...”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Horseness is the whatness of allhorse. Streams of tendency and eons they worship. God: noise in the street: very peripatetic.” — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Horse is, in front of the warriors, the joy of noble-men, a charger proud on its hoofs; when concerning it, heroes – wealthy men… — Old English Rune Poem Copy Share Image
“The best I can say was that it was a very horsely horse. It was, indeed, the horseliest of all horses” — K.M. Grant Copy Share Image
“The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and the power of movement, of action, in man. ” — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“A cavalryman's horse should be smarter than he is. But the horse must never be allowed to know this.” — Steven Pressfield Copy Share Image
When god created the horse, he said to the magnificent creature: I have made thee as no other. All the treasures of the earth… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“...the horse is by no means a ‘wild beast’ or a stupid animal as sometimes described by thoughtless persons.” — Alois Podhajsky Copy Share Image
“Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder?...He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage...” — Robert Olmstead Copy Share Image
This one isn’t just any old horse. There’s a nobility in his eye, a regal serenity about him. Does he not personify all that… — Michael Morpurgo 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
