Quotes from James Joyce

Funny the way those newspaper men veer about when they get wind of a new opening. Weathercocks. Hot and cold in the same breath. Wouldn't know which to believe. One story good till you hear the next. Go for one another baldheaded in the papers and then all blows over. Hail fellow well met the next moment.

Dear Hewitt Costello, Equerry, were daylighted with our outing and are looking backwards to our unearly summers

Melancholy was the dominant note of his temperament, he thought, but it was a melancholy tempered by recurrences of faith and resignation and simple joy.

Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.

OMNIUM GATHERUM

I felt even annoyed at discovering in myself a sensation of freedom as if I had been freed from something by his death.

It is like looking down from the clifs of Moher into the depths. Many go down into the depths and never come up. Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and explore them and come to the surface again.

The duties of the priest towards the Eucharist and towards the secrecy of the confessional seemed so grave to me that I wondered how anybody had ever found in himself the courage to undertake them; and I was not surprised when he told me that the fathers of the Church had written books as thick as the Post Office Directory and as closely printed as the law notices in the newspaper, elucidating all these intricate questions.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

With a squeak she flaps her bat shawl and runs. A burly rough pursues with booted strides. He stumbles on the steps, recovers, plunges into gloom. Weak squeaks of laughter are heard, weaker.)_ THE BAWD: _(Her wolfeyes shining)_

we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:

Kiekvienas gyvenimas - tai daugyb? dien?, diena po dienos. Mes einame per pa?ius save, sutikdami pl?šikus, vaiduoklius, milžinus, senius, jaunuolius, žmonas, našles, sielos brolius, kaskart sutikdami patys save.

You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you...

The world is before you

As he crossed Grattan Bridge he looked down the river towards the lower quays and pitied the poor stunted houses. They seemed to him a band of tramps, huddled together along the riverbanks, their old coats covered with dust and soot, stupefied by the panorama of sunset and waiting for the first chill of night bid them arise, shake themselves and begone.

With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.

silly women believe love is sighing I am dying still if he wrote it I suppose thered be some truth in it true or no it fills up your whole day and life always something to think about every moment and see it all around you like a new world

To say that a great genius is mad, while at the same time recognizing his artistic merit, is no better than to say he is rheumatic or diabetic.

He lived his spiritual life without any communion with others, visiting his relatives at Christmas and escorting them to the cemetery when they died. He performed these two social duties for old dignity's sake but conceded nothing further to the conventions which regulate the civic life.

Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye!

Well, you know or don't you kennet or haven't I told you every telling has a taling and that's the he and the she of it.

If that is rhythm, said Lynch, let me hear what you call beauty: and, please remember, though I did eat a cake of cowdung once, that I admire only beauty.

the transliterated name and address of the addresser of the 3 letters in reversed alphabetic boustrophedonic punctated quadrilinear cryptogram (vowels suppressed) N. IGS./WI. UU. OX/W. OKS. MH/Y. IM:

Seamos justos antes que generosos