Quotes from James Joyce

Sako, perskaitysi savo paties nekrologÄ… - ilgiau gyvensi. Suteikia antrÄ… kvÄ—pavimÄ…. Nauja gyvenimo sutartis.

She pressed me to take some cream crackers also but I declined because I thought I would make too much noise eating them.

Departe, de-a lungul cursului leneÈ™ului Liffey, catarge zvelte t?rcau cerul È™i, mai departe înc?, urzeala tulbure a oraÈ™ului z?cea prosternat? în pâcl?.

By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard in it an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

To remember that and the white look of the lavatory made him feel cold and then hot. There were two cocks that you turned and water came out: cold and hot. He felt cold and then a little hot: and he could see the names printed on the cocks. That was a very queer thing.

O mic? trup? de ??rani napolitani îÈ™i repetau paÈ™ii de dans în cap?tul capelei, unii rotindu-È™i braÈ›ele deasupra capetelor, alÈ›ii leg?nându-È™i coÈ™urile cu violete de hârtie È™i f?când reverenÈ›e.

postmodernism asserts the liberating insignificance of art

We're as old as we feel

I wanted then to have now concluded. Nightdress was never. Hence this. But tomorrow is a new day will be. Past was is today. What now is will then tomorrow as now was be past yester.

Su alma se desvaneció lentamente al escuchar el dulce descenso de la nieve a través del universo, su dulce caída, como el descenso de la última postrimería, sobre todos los vivos y los muertos.

he wanted to meet in the real world the unsubstantial image which his soul so constantly beheld

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless…?

It is quite simple. He proves by algebra that Hamlet's grandson is Shakespeare's grandfather and that he himself is the ghost of his own father.

And there were nice sentences in Doctor Cornwell's Spelling Book. They were like poetry but they were only sentences to learn spelling from

being as weak of sight as he was shy of mind, he drew less pleasure from the reflection of the glowing sensible world through the prism of a language ... than from the contemplation of an inner world of individual emotions mirrored perfectly in a lucid supple periodic prose?

People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.

He turned back the way he had come, the rhythm of the engine pounding in his ears. He began to doubt the reality of what memory told him. He halted under a tree and allowed the rhythm to die away. He could not feel her near him in the darkness nor her voice touch his ear. He waited for some minutes listening. He could hear nothing: the night was perfectly silent. He listened again: perfectly silent. He felt that he was alone.

He is a bold man who, in his writing, dares to alter---even further to distort---what he has seen and heard.

passed Grogan's the Tobacconist against which newsboards leaned and told of a dreadful catastrophe in New York. In America those things were continually happening. Unfortunate people to die like that, unprepared. Still, an act of perfect contrition.

To be a shoefitter in Mansfield's was my love's young dream, the darling joys of sweet buttonhooking, to lace up crisscrossed to kneelength the dressy kid footwear satinlined, so incredibly small, of Clyde Road ladies.

Early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.

You phonio saxo?

I also am sure that there is no such thing as free thinking inasmuch as all thinking must be bound by its own laws.

Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue.