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Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.

James Joyce

I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
JAMES JOYCE

Different Order Perfection Word Writing
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
JAMES JOYCE

Animal Smile
There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
JAMES JOYCE

Truth Word
While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
JAMES JOYCE

Forever Generosity
What’s in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.
JAMES JOYCE

Ourselves Writing
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny Lying
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
JAMES JOYCE

Heaven Science Stars
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
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
JAMES JOYCE

Memories Moments Secret Stars
A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
JAMES JOYCE

Discover Genius Life Man Mistake Spiritual
His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
JAMES JOYCE

Heart Love Romantic
Shut your eyes and see.
JAMES JOYCE

Eyes One Liner See
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Death Life Philosophy True
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
JAMES JOYCE

Charm Lose Make Up Woman
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Eyes Heart Love Mad
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
JAMES JOYCE

Sympathy Togetherness
All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
JAMES JOYCE

Fantasy Fiction
I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
JAMES JOYCE

Care Live Night
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
JAMES JOYCE

Escape Home Inspirational Life Run
Thought is the thought of thought.
JAMES JOYCE

Deep One Liner Thinking
Shakespeare is the happy hunting ground of all minds that have lost their balance.
JAMES JOYCE

Balance Happiness Hunt Lost Mind
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
JAMES JOYCE

Funny Sad
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 tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
JAMES JOYCE

Establishment Inspirational Passion Work
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
I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
JAMES JOYCE

Myself Space Time
Places remember events.
JAMES JOYCE

One Liner Place Remember

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