My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial James Joyce More Quotes by James Joyce More Quotes From James Joyce For myself, I always write about Dublin, because if I can get to the heart of Dublin I can get to the heart of all the cities of the world. In the particular is contained the universal. James Joyce citiesheartwriting Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure. James Joyce homeheartrunning Thought is the thought of thought. James Joyce Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor. James Joyce kissing-himsoundbrain Life is too short to read a bad book. James Joyce life-is-too-shortlife-isbook Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. James Joyce runninginspirationallife Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. James Joyce other-worldspassionbirthday I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality. James Joyce arguingwritingway Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion. James Joyce curveslinesmen Children must be educated by love, not punishment. James Joyce punishmenteducatedchildren and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. James Joyce foolishnamesblood Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. James Joyce inspiredbattlemind I am proud to be an emotionalist. James Joyce proud His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. James Joyce eyeheartpast You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too. James Joyce eternitymistakelong One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot. James Joyce plotlanguageuse Sometimes he caught himself listening to the sound of his own voice. He thought that in her eyes he would ascent to an angelical stature; and, as he attached the fervent nature of his companion more and more closely to him, he heard the strange impersonal voice which he recognised as his own, insisting on the soul's incurable lonliness. We cannot give ourselves, it said: we are our own. James Joyce voiceeyegiving You can still die when the sun is shining. James Joyce stillsshiningsun He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. James Joyce crywantedbeautiful It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness. James Joyce orbsbirdlong
