A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
JAMES JOYCEA woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.
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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.
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Places remember events.
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To learn one must be humble. But life is the great teacher.
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There’s many a true word spoken in jest.
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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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Let my country die for me.
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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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Life is too short to read a bad book.
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Moments of their secret life together burst like stars upon his memory.
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God made food; the devil the cooks.
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Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman.
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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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Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.
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The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
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We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
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His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.
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Men are governed by lines of intellect – women: by curves of emotion.
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The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.
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A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.
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I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
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You can still die when the sun is shining.
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People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
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My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial.
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I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
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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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