Quotes from James Joyce

Gerty Mc Dowell'a kur yap?p kalbini kazanacak olan adam?n tam bir erkek olmas? gerekiyordu. Ama bekliyordu, hâlâ birinin ona teklif etmesini bekliyordu, ayr?ca bu y?l art?k y?ld? ve yak?nda bitecekti. S.339

He had tales of distant countries.

It must be a movement then, an actuality of the possible as possible.

It is dangerous to abandon one's own country, but it is more dangerous still to return to it, for then your fellow country-men, if they can, will drive a knife into your heart.

As in Joyce's life and art, so in Shaw's: the revolt of the son is never the cliché-rebellion against a tyrannical parent, but the more complex revolt against the refusal or inability of an ineffectual father to provide any lead at all.

Epi oinopa ponton.

affection, increases care. He is a new male: his growth is his father's decline, his youth his father's envy, his friend his father's enemy. In rue Monsieur-le-Prince I thought it. --What links them in nature? An instant of blind rut. Am I a father? If I were? Shrunken uncertain hand.

Thalatta! Thalatta!

Withasly glints in. Andecoy glants out. They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle. Then rompride round in rout.

Kai kurie žmon?s, - sako Blumas, - mato krisl? kito akyje, bet nemato r?sto savojoj.

Did you hear what I said? asked Stephen, bending towards her. I told you I had no money. I tell you again now. —Well, sure, you will some day, sir, please God, the girl answered after an instant. —Possibly, said Stephen, but I don't think it likely.

In a mass culture, those few ideas or feelings unique to a person are easily deformed into conventional clichés: otherwise, everyone would be an artist.

He popped his head in and out of the window every moment to the great danger of his hat, and told his mother how the discussion was progressing

studying castelles in the blowne

Thought is a thought of thought

Yet this war has meed peace? In voina viritas. Ab chaos lex, neat wehr? — O bella! O pia! O pura! Amem. Handwalled amokst us. Thanksbeer to Balbus!

She too wants me to catch hold of her, he thought. That's why she came with me to the tram. I could easily catch hold of her when she comes up to my step: nobody is looking. I could hold her and kiss her. But he did neither: and, when he was sitting alone in the deserted tram, he tore his ticket into shreds and stared gloomily at the corrugated footboard.

A defect is ten times worse in a woman.

always read with out reading u cant be any thing

The mockery of it! he said gaily

The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.

bowl of bitter waters.

before all this has time to end the golden age must return with its vengeance. Man will become dirigible...

Her hayat birçok günden oluÅŸur, gün günü izler. Biz kendi hayat?m?z?n içinden yürüyüp geçeriz, yolda kar??m?za h?rs?zlar, hayaletler, devler, yaÅŸl?lar, gençler, zevceler, dullar, a??k biraderler ç?kar. Ama illa ki kendimizle kar??la??r?z her seferinde.