And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
JAMES JOYCEThe light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
More James Joyce Quotes
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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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Sentimentality is unearned emotion.
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Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother’s love is not.
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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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My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
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Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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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.
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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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Life is too short to read a bad book.
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All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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A man’s errors are his portals of discovery.
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
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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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