In the particular is contained the universal.
JAMES JOYCEWhy is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
More James Joyce Quotes
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Life is too short to read a bad book.
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Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
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I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
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Places remember events.
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Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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There’s no friends like the old friends.
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People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it.
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His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Thought is the thought of thought.
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White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
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I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
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We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.
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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.
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