People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus. James Joyce
People trample over flowers, yet only to embrace a cactus.
Shut your eyes and see. James Joyce
Shut your eyes and see.
Absence, the highest form of presence. James Joyce
Absence, the highest form of presence.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present. James Joyce
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
Mistakes are the portals of discovery. James Joyce
Mistakes are the portals of discovery.
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring. James Joyce
The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it. James Joyce
Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. James Joyce
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day. James Joyce
I am tomorrow, or some future day, what I establish today. I am today what I established yesterday or some previous day.
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday. James Joyce
All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. James Joyce
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
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
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.
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
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.
Fall if you will, but rise you must. James Joyce
Fall if you will, but rise you must.
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music. James Joyce
He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead. James Joyce
Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Born: February 2, 1882
Died: January 13, 1941
Profession: Novelist
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