Life is too short to read a bad book.
JAMES JOYCEAll Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
More James Joyce Quotes
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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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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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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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There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Let my country die for me.
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Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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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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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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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.
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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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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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Christopher Columbus, as everyone knows, is honored by posterity because he was the last to discover America.
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Shut your eyes and see.
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I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
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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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Love loves to love love.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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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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White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
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Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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