He thought that he was sick in his heart if you could be sick in that place. James Joyce More Quotes by James Joyce More Quotes From James Joyce I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me. James Joyce care night long Interpretations of interpretations interpreted. James Joyce interpretation Stephen jerked his thumb towards the window, saying: — That is God. Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee! — What? Mr Deasy asked. — A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders. James Joyce shoulders thumbs window She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free. James Joyce dream heart men Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now. James Joyce sadness sleep song If he had smiled why would he have smiled? To reflect that each one who enters imagines himself to be the first to enter whereas he is always the last term of a preceding series even if the first term of a succeeding one, each imagining himself to be first, last, only and alone whereas he is neither first nor last nor only nor alone in a series originating in and repeated to infinity. James Joyce succeed lasts firsts Drugs age you after mental excitement. Lethargy then. Why? Reaction. A lifetime in a night. Gradually changes your character. James Joyce drug character night Too excited to be genuinely happy James Joyce excited Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name? James Joyce cold names dull There's many a true word spoken in jest. James Joyce true-words jest truth For the years, he felt, had not quenched his soul, or hers. James Joyce felt soul years And when all was said and done the lies a fellow told about himself couldn't probably hold a proverbial candle to the wholesale whoppers other fellows coined about him. James Joyce deceit done lying No one who has any self-respect stays in Ireland, but flees afar as though from a country that has undergone the visitation of an angered Jove. James Joyce anger self country I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear.' I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs. When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. James Joyce men two past You behold in me, Stephen said with grim displeasure, a horrible example of free thought. James Joyce free-thought example said When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once. James Joyce pages gone long All fiction is autobiographical fantasy. James Joyce fantasy fiction Any object, intensely regarded, may be a gate of access to the incorruptible eons of the gods. James Joyce gates may attention A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy. James Joyce pride prayer night The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses. James Joyce horse saws people
