James Joyce quotes - page 3

What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own. (James Joyce)
Let us leave theories there and return to here's hear. View quote
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A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. View quote
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He caun ne'er be bothered but maun e'er be waked. If there is a future in every past that is present Quis est qui non novit quinnigan and Qui quae quot at Quinnigan's Quake! Stump! His producers are they not his consumers? Your exagmination round his factification for incamination of a warping process. Declaim! View quote
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Wait till the honeying of the lune, love! Die eve, little eve, die! We see that wonder in your eye. We'll meet again, we'll part once more. The spot I'll seek if the hour you'll find. My chart shines high where the blue milk's upset. View quote
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For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Filstup. So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth thereof the. Dor. (20.10-18) View quote
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Quoint a quincidence! O.K. Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall sayed when he slepped ueber his grannyamother. Kangaroose feathers. Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt? View quote
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If I gave it all up immediately, I'd lose my immortality. 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. View quote
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Absence, the highest form of presence. View quote
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All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. View quote
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They lived and laughed and loved and left. (James Joyce)
Beware the horns of a bull, the heels of the horse, and the smile of an Englishman. View quote
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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. View quote
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The apprehensive faculty must be scrutinised in action. View quote
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He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. View quote
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Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. View quote
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Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. View quote
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When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water. View quote
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It was cold autumn weather, but in spite of the cold they wandered up and down the roads of the Park for nearly three hours. They agreed to break off their intercourse; every bond, he said, is a bond to sorrow. View quote
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While you have a thing it can be taken from you..... but when you give it, you have given it. no robber can take it from you. It is yours then forever when you have given it. It will be yours always. That is to give. View quote
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The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question. (James Joyce)
In the particular is contained the universal. View quote
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And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes. View quote
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He was not sure what idea he wished to express but the thought that a poetic moment had touched upon him took life within him like an infant hope. He stepped onward bravely. View quote
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Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name? View quote
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