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“When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.”
-- James Joyce
#Winter #Sky #Space
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“History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.”
-- James Joyce
#Truth #History #Trying
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“The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”
-- James Joyce
#Art #Spring #Doe
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“Bury the dead. Say Robinson Crusoe was true to life. Well then Friday buried him. Every Friday buries a Thursday if you come to look at it.”
-- James Joyce
#Friday #True Life #Looks
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“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
#Writing #Way #Arguing
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“You can still die when the sun is shining.”
-- James Joyce
#Shining #Sun #Stills
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“His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
-- James Joyce
#Life #Fall #Snow
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“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
#Eye #Voice #Giving
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“It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.”
-- James Joyce
#Art #Philosophy #History
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“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
#Long #Bird #Orbs
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“Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.”
-- James Joyce
#Inspirational #Life #Running
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“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 #Use #Language
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“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”
-- James Joyce
#Blood #Names #Foolish
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“The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.”
-- James Joyce
#Stars #Science #Fruit
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“He wanted to cry quietly but not for himself: for the words, so beautiful and sad, like music.”
-- James Joyce
#Beautiful #Cry #Wanted
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“Thought is the thought of thought.”
-- James Joyce
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“There's no friends like the old friends.”
-- James Joyce
#Old Friends #No Friends
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“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
#Mistake #Long #Eternity
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“Love loves to love love.”
-- James Joyce
#Love #Life
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“Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.”
-- James Joyce
#Mind #Battle #Inspired
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“A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”
-- James Joyce
#Life #Spiritual #Mistake
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“Shut your eyes and see.”
-- James Joyce
#Eye #Insight
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“Redheaded women buck like goats.”
-- James Joyce
#Goats #Bucks
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“A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory.”
-- James Joyce
#Angel #Errors #Way
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“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”
-- James Joyce
#Encouraging #Mistake #Discovery
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“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
#Art #Invisible #Creation
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“All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light...”
-- James Joyce
#Faith #Light #Soul
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“Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.”
-- James Joyce
#Writing #Fantastic #Revolt
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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.”
-- James Joyce
#Mirrors #Razors #Bucks
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“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”
-- James Joyce
#Beautiful #Running #Wire
