The men that is now is only all palaver and what they can get out of you. 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 cities heart writing 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 home heart running 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-him sound brain Life is too short to read a bad book. James Joyce life-is-too-short life-is book Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. James Joyce running inspirational life Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. James Joyce other-worlds passion birthday 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 arguing writing way Men are governed by lines of intellect - women: by curves of emotion. James Joyce curves lines men Children must be educated by love, not punishment. James Joyce punishment educated children and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. James Joyce foolish names blood Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. James Joyce inspired battle mind 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 eye heart past 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 eternity mistake long 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 plot language use 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 voice eye giving You can still die when the sun is shining. James Joyce stills shining sun He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. James Joyce cry wanted beautiful 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 orbs bird long
