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Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

James Joyce

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
JAMES JOYCE

Humor Silence
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
JAMES JOYCE

Escape Home Inspirational Life Run
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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Flower People
Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.
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Forever Ruin Time
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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Family Love Mom World
There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Friendship Old
History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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Dream History Truth
Masturbation! The amazing availability of it!
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Availability Drinking Masturbation Sex
It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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Art Born History Pain Philosophy Vision
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
JAMES JOYCE

Beautiful Life Simplicity
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
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Myself Space Time
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
JAMES JOYCE

Sympathy Togetherness
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.
JAMES JOYCE

Brother Life Men Ourselves Walk Wife
Let my country die for me.
JAMES JOYCE

Country Death Myself One Liner
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.
JAMES JOYCE

Experience Life Race Reality Soul Time
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCE

Beautiful Cry Music Quiet Word

Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love. But always meeting ourselves.

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