And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
JAMES JOYCELife is too short to read a bad book.
More James Joyce Quotes
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
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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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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.
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Love loves to love love.
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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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Fall if you will, but rise you must.
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There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
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His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.
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Wipe your glasses with what you know.
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
JAMES JOYCE