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His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

James Joyce

Life is too short to read a bad book.
JAMES JOYCE

Book Life Reading
I am proud to be an emotionalist.
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Emotion Instagram Captions Proud
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
JAMES JOYCE

Charm Lose Make Up Woman
In the particular is contained the universal.
JAMES JOYCE

Philosophy Space
Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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Curves Emotion Government Intellectual Men
Places remember events.
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One Liner Place Remember
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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Born Death Different Way
You can still die when the sun is shining.
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Death Shine Sun Yourself
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
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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Forever Future Past Philosophy Present
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.
JAMES JOYCE

Adventure Home Reality Reflection
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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Experience Life Race Reality Soul Time
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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Eyes Heart Himself Life Past Story
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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Art Life Spring
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
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Beautiful Cry Music Quiet Word
Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
JAMES JOYCE

Age Glory Passion World

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

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