Quotes from James Joyce

I admire him … idolatry: from Ben ('Old Ben') Jonson's eulogy for Shakespeare printed in his Timber, or Discoveries (1640): 'for I lov'd the man, and doe honour

We are foolish, comic, motionless, corrupted, yet we are worthy of sympathy too.

I wish you and yours every joy in life, old chap, and tons of money, and may you never die till I shoot you. And that's the wish of a sincere friend, an old friend.

How beautiful must be a soul in the state of grace when God looked upon it with love!

No, sir. Jesus wept: and no wonder, by Christ!

Life is too short to read bad books.

Neden sürekli gülümsediÄŸini ve dudaklar?n?n neden o kadar tükürükle ?slanm?? olduÄŸunu merak ettim. Sonra onun felç olduÄŸunu ve benim de onun günah?n? ba???lamak istermiÅŸ gibi hafifçe gülümsemekte olduÄŸumu fark ettim.

Johns is a different butcher's. Next place you are up town pay him a visit. Or better still, come tobuy. You will enjoy cattlemen's spring meat. Johns is now quite divorced from baking. Fattens, kills, flays, hangs, draws, quarters and pieces. Feel his lambs! Ex! Feel how sheap! Exex! His liver too is great value, a spatiality! Exexexl COMMUNICATED.]

Bazen de korkusunun nedenleriyle flört ederdi. En karanl?k ve dar sokaklar? seçer ve cüretkarca yürürken ad?mlar?n?n çevresindeki sessizlik onu rahats?z eder, çevresindeki karanl?k siluetler onu rahats?z eder, alçak, kaçamak bir gülüÅŸ onu yaprak gibi titretirdi.

Her beliefs were not extravagant. She believed steadily in the Sacred Heart as the most generally useful of all Catholic devotions and approved of the sacraments. Her faith was bounded by her kitchen but, if she was put to it, she could believe also in the banshee and in the Holy Ghost.

And we stuffing food in one hole and out behind: food, chyle, blood, dung, earth, food: have to feed it like stoking an engine.

Most people have some purpose or other in their lives. Aristotle says that the end of every being is its greatest good. We all act in view of some good.

What were they now but cerements shaken from the body of death—the fear he had walked in night and day, the incertitude that had ringed him round, the shame that had abased him within and without—cerements, the linens of the grave? His soul had arisen from the grave of boyhood, spurning her graveclothes.

Elmac?k kemikleri yüzüne sert bir ifade veriyordu ama koyu renk kaÅŸlar?n?n alt?ndan dünyaya bakarken baÅŸkalar?ndan bir ba???lama bekleyip çoÄŸu kez hayal k?r?kl???na uÄŸram?? bir insan izlenimi veren gözlerinde sertlik yoktu.

dope? Tawfulsdreck! A reine of the shee, a shebeen quean, a queen of pranks. A kingly man, of royal mien, regally robed, exalted be his glory! So gave so take: Now not, not now! He would just a min. Suffering trumpet! He thought he want. Whath? Hear, O hear, living of the land! Hungreb, dead era, hark!

No roses without thorns.

Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, will you whoop for my deading is a? Wake?

And remember, my dear boys, that we have been sent into this world for one thing and for one thing alone: to do God's holy will and to save our immortal souls. All else is worthless. One thing alone is needful, the salvation of one's soul. What doth it profit a man to gain the whole world if he suffer the loss of his immortal soul? Ah, my dear boys, believe me there is nothing in this wretched world that can make up for such a loss.

BaÅŸar?lar?n?n soÄŸuk çemberinin ortas?nda oturup ona parlak bir yaÅŸam saÄŸlayacak cesur bir talip bekledi. Ama tan??t??? erkekler s?radand?lar ve onlara cesaret vermeyip romantik arzular?n? gizlice lokum yiyerek bast?rmaya çal??t?.

And we all like a marriedann because she is mercenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation. … Then as she is on her behaviorite job of quaintance bandyfruting for firstlings and taking her tithe… in swishwish satins and taffetafe tights…

She was a little vulgar; sometimes she said "I seen" and "If I had've known." But what would grammar matter if he really loved her?

Somewhere, parently in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant the copyist must have fled the scroll.

Madem ki bu dünyan?n çocuklar? kendi kuÅŸaklar? içinde ?????n çocuklar?ndan daha ak?ll?d?r. Öyleyse adaletsizliÄŸi ve tamahkarl??? dost edinin ki öldüÄŸünüz zaman sizi ebedi mekanlar?na kabul etsinler.

And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: and, but a little later: Pluck me whilst I blush!