Each lost soul will be a hell unto itself, the boundless fire raging in its very vitals. James Joyce More Quotes by James Joyce More Quotes From James Joyce Every night as I gazed up at the window I said softly to myself the word paralysis. It had always sounded strangely in my ears, like the word gnomon in the Euclid and the word simony in the Catechism. But now it sounded to me like the name of some maleficent and sinful being. It filled me with fear, and yet I longed to be nearer to it and to look upon its deadly work. James Joyce maleficentnamesnight We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies. James Joyce antipathyboundstogether Heart of my heart, were it more, James Joyce would-befeetheart Does nobody understand? James Joyce understandingdyingdoe Every physical quality admired by men in women is in direct connection with the manifold functions of women for the propagation of the species. James Joyce womenconnectionsquality He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible. James Joyce foundworld Love, yes. Word known to all men. James Joyce knownlovemen To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life. James Joyce triumphfall Some people believe that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived before on the earth thousands of years ago or on some other planet. They say we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives. James Joyce believepastyears The sacred pint alone can unbind the tongue. James Joyce tonguesacreddrinking I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses James Joyce swimmingwholerose O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? James Joyce eternitymindmen Ireland is the old sow that eats her farrow. James Joyce ireland The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you. James Joyce men I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play. James Joyce playdesirechildren Lord, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughters low. James Joyce miserylaughterart He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life James Joyce beautiful-lifeheartbeautiful Imagine some foul and putrid corpse that has lain rotting and decomposing in the grave, a jelly-like mass of liquid corruption. Imagine such a corpse a prey to flames, devoured by the fire of burning brimstone and giving off dense choking fumes of nauseous loathsome decomposition. And then imagine this sickening stench, multiplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from the millions upon millions of fetid carcasses massed together in the reeking darkness, a huge and rotting human fungus. Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell. James Joyce flamesfireideas 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. James Joyce feelingsjoyart Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music. James Joyce summerbeautifulsweet
