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 JOYCEIn the particular is contained the universal.
More James Joyce Quotes
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I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
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All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.
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Children must be educated by love, not punishment.
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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They lived and laughed and loved and left.
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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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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is another question.
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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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Ask no questions and you’ll hear no lies.
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It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.
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Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
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People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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