Quotes from James Joyce

Amour aime aimer amour!

He chronicled with patience what he saw, detaching himself from it and tasting its mortifying flavor in secret

O, not in the least tragic. I shall become gradually better, they tell me, as I grow older. As I did not die then they tell me I shall probably live.

One human being had seemed to love him and he had denied her life and happiness: he had sentenced her to ignominy, a death of shame. He knew that the prostrate creatures down by the wall were watching him and wished him gone. No one wanted him; he was outcast from life's feast.

Me dice que tengo unas ideas muy raras y que he leído demasiado. Falso. he leído poco y entendido menos.

Wery weeny wight, plead for Morandmor! Notre Dame de la Ville, mercy of thy balmheartzyheat!

He described to me how he would whip such a boy, as if he were unfolding some elaborate mystery. He would love that, he said, better than anything in this world; and his voice, as he led me monotonously through the mystery, grew almost affectionate and seemed to plead with me that I should understand him.

Sayyessik, Ballygarry. The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding to cooll the skoopgoods blooff.

How to win a woman's love. For me this. Say the following talisman three times with hands folded: — Se el yilo nebrakada femininum! Amor me solo! Sanktus! Amen.

resent violence or intolerance in any shape or form. It never reaches anything or stops anything. A revolution must come on the due instalments plan. It's a patent absurdity on the face of it to hate people because they live round the corner and speak another vernacular, so to speak.

Redheaded women buck like goats.

The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

Ireland sober is Ireland stiff.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low.

It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.

O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.

We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.

Death, a cause of terror to the sinner, is a blessed moment for him who has walked in the right path.

Love between man and man is impossible because there must not be sexual intercourse and friendship between man and woman is impossible because there must be sexual intercourse.

An improper art aims at exciting in the way of comedy the feeling of desire but the feeling which is proper to comic art is the feeling of joy.

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

All fiction is autobiographical fantasy.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.