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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

An Irishman needs three things : silence, cunnning, and exile.
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Humor Silence
The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lifetime.
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Life Love
Thought is the thought of thought.
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Deep One Liner Thinking
God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Devil Food God Human
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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Brother Life Men Ourselves Walk Wife
Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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Funny Lying
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
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Sympathy Togetherness
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
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.
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Heaven Science Stars
The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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Artist Beautiful Creation
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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Ourselves Writing
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
Shut your eyes and see.
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Eyes One Liner See
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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Discover Inspirational One Liner
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
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Generosity Inspirational
Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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Memories Moments Secret Stars

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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