James Joyce Quotes

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art-has-to-reveal-to-us-ideas-formless-spiritual-essences-the-supreme-question-about-work-art-is-out-how-deep-life-does-it-spring-james-joyce
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
beauty-it-curves-curves-are-beauty-shapely-goddesses-venus-juno-curves-world-admires-james-joyce
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
her-room-was-warm-lightsome-a-huge-doll-sat-with-her-legs-apart-in-copious-easychair-beside-bed-he-tried-to-bid-his-tongue-speak-that-he-might-seem-at-ease-watching-her-as-she-un
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
era-estranho-outrossim-que-ele-sentisse-um-erido-prazer-em-seguir-ate-o-fim-as-regidas-linhas-da-doutrina-da-igreja-e-penetrasse-em-tetricos-silencios-apenas-para-ouvir-e-sentir-
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
oblige-me-by-taking-away-that-knife-i-cant-look-at-point-it-it-reminds-me-roman-history-james-joyce
the-light-music-whisky-falling-into-glasses-made-agreeable-interlude-james-joyce
she-was-well-primed-with-good-load-delahunts-port-under-her-bellyband-james-joyce
irresponsibility-is-part-pleasure-all-art-it-is-part-schools-cannot-recognize-james-joyce
interpretations-interpretations-interpreted-james-joyce
i-am-stride-at-time-a-short-space-time-through-short-time-space-james-joyce
drugs-age-you-after-mental-excitement-lethargy-then-why-reaction-a-lifetime-in-night-gradually-changes-your-character-james-joyce
he-laughed-to-free-his-mind-from-his-minds-bondage-james-joyce
You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought. He walked on, waiting to be spoken to, trailing his ashplant by his side. Its ferrule followed lightly on the path, squealing at his heels. My familiar, after me, calling, Steeeeeeeeeeeephen! A wavering line along the path. They will walk on it tonight, coming here in the dark. He wants that key. It is mine. I paid the rent. Now I eat his salt bread. Give him the key too. All. He will ask for it. That was in his eyes. -After all, Haines began... Stephen turned and saw that the cold gaze which had measured him was not all unkind. -After all, I should think you are able to free yourself. You are your own master, it seems to me. -I am a servant of two masters, Stephen said, an English and an Italian. -Italian? Haines said. A crazy queen, old and jealous. Kneel down before me. -And a third, Stephen said, there is who wants me for odd jobs. -Italian? Haines said again. What do you mean? -The imperial British state, Stephen answered, his colour rising, and the holy Roman catholic and apostolic church. -I can quite understand that, he said calmly. An Irishman must think like that, I daresay. We feel in England that we have treated you rather unfairly. It seems history is to blame. The proud potent titles clanged over Stephen's memory the triumph of their brazen bells: ET UNAM SANCTAM CATHOLICAM ET APOSTOLICAM ECCLESIAM: the slow growth and change of rite and dogma like his own rare thoughts, a chemistry of stars.

James Joyce
you-behold-in-me-stephen-said-with-grim-displeasure-horrible-example-free-thought-he-walked-on-waiting-to-be-spoken-to-trailing-his-ashplant-by-his-side-its-ferrule-followed-ligh
cant-bring-back-time-like-holding-water-in-your-hand-james-joyce
history-is-that-nightmare-from-which-there-is-no-awakening-james-joyce
good-puzzle-would-be-cross-dublin-without-passing-pub-james-joyce
shaws-works-make-me-admire-magnificent-tolerance-broadmindedness-english-james-joyce
shakespeare-is-happy-hunting-ground-all-minds-that-have-lost-their-balance-james-joyce
heart-my-heart-were-it-moremore-would-be-laid-at-your-feet-james-joyce
beware-horns-bull-heels-horse-smile-englishman-james-joyce
i-fear-those-big-words-stephen-said-which-make-us-unhappy-james-joyce
the-movements-which-work-revolutions-in-world-are-born-out-dreams-visions-in-peasants-heart-on-hillside-james-joyce
i-have-left-my-book-i-have-left-my-room-for-i-heard-you-singing-through-gloom-james-joyce
his-heart-danced-upon-her-movement-like-cork-upon-tide-james-joyce
theres-no-police-like-holmes-james-joyce
one-things-i-could-never-get-accustomed-to-in-my-youth-was-difference-i-found-between-life-literature-james-joyce
my-words-in-her-mind-cold-polished-stones-sinking-through-quagmire-james-joyce
times-ruins-build-eternitys-mansions-james-joyce
o-dread-dire-word-eternity-what-mind-man-can-understand-it-james-joyce
darkness-shining-in-brightness-which-brightness-could-not-comprehend-james-joyce
the-studious-silence-library-tranquil-brightness-james-joyce
there-is-atmosphere-spiritual-effort-here-no-other-city-is-quite-like-it-i-wake-early-often-at-5-oclock-start-writing-at-once-james-joyce