He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCEThe object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
More James Joyce Quotes
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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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.
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One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.
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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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There’s no friends like the old friends.
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
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All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Love loves to love love.
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It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
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A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.
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