Quote by James Joyce Download Open image ““Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green...”” — James Joyce ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“A man is not an orange. You can't eat the fruit and throw the peel away.” — ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Copy Share Image
“The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“I do not like the orangeness; it erases every tree, every branch, every leaf.” — Ned Hayes Copy Share Image
“do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage''.” — Maeve Binchy Copy Share Image
“The sun drops into the ocean and splashes browns and red and yellows and oranges into the world outside my window.” — Tahereh Mafi Copy Share Image
“Andrew, you are aware that no one should be that shade of orange unless they're an Oompa-Loompa,right?” — Lauren Dane Copy Share Image
“Mother took the big saw from me and walked over to the orange tree which stood at one end of the totally mutilated rose… — Christina Crawford Copy Share Image
“When all the trees are dead, I’ll be there, drinking freshly squeezed orange juice.” — Jarod Kintz 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