James Joyce Quotes

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the-sacred-pint-alone-can-unbind-tongue-james-joyce
to-discover-mode-life-art-whereby-my-spirit-could-express-itself-in-unfettered-freedom-james-joyce
whatever-else-is-unsure-in-this-stinking-dunghill-world-mothers-love-is-not-james-joyce
yet-her-name-was-like-summons-to-all-my-foolish-blood-james-joyce
why-is-it-that-words-like-these-seem-dull-cold-is-it-because-there-is-no-word-tender-enough-to-be-your-name-james-joyce
the-peace-gardens-kindly-lights-in-windows-poured-tender-influence-into-his-restless-heart-james-joyce
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Her room was warm and lightsome. A huge doll sat with her legs apart in the copious easy-chair beside the bed. He tried to bid his tongue speak that he might seem at ease, watching her as she undid her gown, noting the proud conscious movements of her perfumed head. As he stood silent in the middle of the room she came over to him and embraced him gaily and gravely. Her round arms held him firmly to her and he, seeing her face lifted to him in serious calm and feeling the warm calm rise and fall of her breast, all but burst into hysterical weeping. Tears of joy and relief shone in his delighted eyes and his lips parted though they would not speak. She passed her tinkling hand through his hair, calling him a little rascal. -Give me a kiss, she said. His lips would not bend to kiss her. He wanted to be held firmly in her arms, to be caressed slowly, slowly, slowly. In her arms he felt that he had suddenly become strong and fearless and sure of himself. But his lips would not bend to kiss her. With a sudden movement she bowed his head and joined her lips to his and he read the meaning of her movements in her frank uplifted eyes. It was too much for him. He closed his eyes, surrendering himself to her, body and mind, conscious of nothing in the world but the dark pressure of her softly parting lips. They pressed upon his brain as upon his lips as though they were the vehicle of a vague speech; and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odour.

James Joyce
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he-thought-that-he-was-sick-in-his-heart-if-you-could-be-sick-in-that-place-james-joyce
shite-onions-james-joyce
deal-with-him-hemingway-james-joyce
sleep-where-in-waste-is-wisdom-james-joyce
every-bond-is-bond-to-sorrow-james-joyce
history-stephen-said-is-nightmare-from-which-i-am-trying-to-awake-james-joyce
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he-wanted-to-cry-quietly-but-not-for-himself-for-words-beautiful-sad-like-music-james-joyce
what-dreams-would-he-have-not-seeing-life-dream-for-him-where-is-justice-being-born-that-way-james-joyce
secrets-silent-stony-sit-in-dark-palaces-both-our-hearts-secrets-weary-their-tyranny-tyrants-willing-to-be-dethroned-james-joyce
heres-lumbos-where-misties-swaddlum-where-misches-lodge-none-where-mystries-pour-kind-on-o-sleepy-so-be-yet-james-joyce
the-sea-snotgreen-sea-scrotumtightening-sea-james-joyce
and-youll-miss-me-more-as-narrowing-weeks-wing-by-someday-duly-oneday-truly-twosday-newly-till-whensday-james-joyce
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