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And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

James Joyce

Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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Memories Moments Secret Stars
I desire to press in my arms the loveliness which has not yet come into the world.
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Desire Love World
Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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Ideas Thinking
A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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Charm Lose Make Up Woman
In the particular is contained the universal.
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Philosophy Space
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
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Change Faith Light Soul
Places remember events.
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One Liner Place Remember
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
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Fall Inspirational One Liner Rise
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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Death Life Philosophy True
While you have a thing it can be taken from you, but when you give it, you have given it. No robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give.
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Forever Generosity
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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Establishment Inspirational Passion Work
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
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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Born Death Different Way
Time is, time was, but time shall be no more.
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End Time
There’s no friends like the old friends.
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Friendship Old
White pudding and eggs and sausages and cups of tea! How simple and beautiful was life after all!
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Beautiful Life Simplicity

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

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