Quotes from James Joyce

We are a generous people but we must also be just. —I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.

Ä°nsan düÅŸüncenin bask?s? alt?ndaki bir müziÄŸi dinlemekte olduÄŸunu san?r.

Who watches me here? Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.

Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. (p. 248.)

There'll be bluebells blowing in salty sepulchres the night she signs her final tear.

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

The year returns. History repeats itself. Ye crags and peaks I'm with you once again. Life, love, voyage round your own little world.

These heavy sands are language tide and wind have silted here.

Onlar güzel insanlar, Onlar güzel insanlar, Onlar güzel insanlar, Kimse inkar edemez. Yalanc? deÄŸillerse, Yalan deÄŸillerse.

YaÅŸlan?p ac?nas? bir ÅŸekilde eriyip tükenmektense bir tutkunun ihtiÅŸam?yla öteki dünyaya göçmek daha iyiydi.

Let us leave all theories there and return to here's here.

Why was he kneeling there like a child saying his evening prayers? To be alone with his soul, to examine his conscience, to meet his sins face to face, to recall their times and manners and circumstances, to weep over them.

Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic. Many times she allowed the dark to fall upon them, refraining from lighting the lamp. The dark discreet room, their isolation, the music that still vibrated in their ears united them.

YaÅŸad??? deÄŸerler yüreÄŸini ac?laÅŸt?rm??t? dünyaya kar??. Ama bütün umudunu da yitirmemiÅŸti.

Ä°ÅŸi zordu -hayat? zordu- ama ÅŸimdi tam da b?rak?p gitmek üzereyken o kadar da istenmeyecek bir hayat deÄŸil gibi geldi.

Sardines on the shelves. Almost taste them by looking. Sandwich? Ham and his descendants mustered and bred there. Potted meats. What is home without Plumtree's potted meat? Incomplete. What a stupid ad! Under the obituary notices they stuck it.

pocket-book packetboat, gapman gunrun;

An ambition to squint At my verses in print Makes me hope that for these you'll find room If you so condescend Then please place at the end The name of yours truly, L. Bloom

P.C. Robort)

Love loves to love love. Nurse loves the new chemist. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly . . . Jumbo, the elephant, loves Alice, the elephant . . . You love a certain person. And this person loves that other person because everybody loves somebody but God loves everbody. ('Cyclops', ll. 1493–501)

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.

Dare it. Let there be life.

YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes...YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes -- Molly Bloom

He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains.