James Joyce Quotes

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Time’s ruins build eternity’s mansions.

Absence, the highest form of presence.

Let my country die for me.

His heart danced upon her movement like a cork upon a tide.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

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.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.